"Excuse me, what?" The lady on the phone sighed. "Tom nigara, he died from a drug overdose. His body was found in a drug house, one the drug dealers found him." Lisa sat in silence, still not fully awake and aware of the situation. "Thank you ma'am." She hung up the phone and stared at the dull, cream colored wall on the other side of the room. 'were am I going to go? I'm only 17....' she thought in terror. 'my brother doesn't do drugs!' she shook her head. And stood up. 'This is a dream! This has to be a dream!' she ran to the bathroom and got a razor. 'if this is a dream.... Then it won't hurt...' she sucked in her breath and let it out slowly. Lisa slid the razor painfully across her wrist and winced in pain. Blood dripped from the wound around the corner of her wrist and onto the floor. 'thus can't be happening .....' she fell to the floor on her knees and started to cry.
Lisa started wailing and threw the razor. She looked down at her wrist, ashamed of what she had done, but it felt right... It felt good. She got up to her feet and looked at her ugly face crying in the mirror. She put a bloody hand through her shoulder length blond hair. "Ugly..." She spat at herself. "Ugly, stupid, and strange...." She repeated. She spat out so many harmful words at herself and then threw up on the sink. "my brother is gone..." The words echoed through the room and made her shake uncontrollably. "And he's never coming back..." Realization finally hit her.
"My brother is gone..."
"And he's not coming back."
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Paranormal"my brother had always said: 'one day I won't be here to protect you, and you won't always be there to protect yourself.' I never knew what that meant.... until now
