The Changing{put on hold}

Chapter 19

Demetri's POV:

Cancer. That's what killed my dad.

He was perfectly fine, with his killer attitude and curly black hair. Then stuff happened. And he went to the doctor.

Then he shattered my heart.

The chemotherapy was tough, losing the hair. Getting weaker and weaker. That's what broke us.

Gabe, of course, did all he could to help. He took on the dad figure. He worked two jobs, he provided. He made sure that the medicine was took and everyone was situated.

I guess it was my job to make sure mom was ok.

Guess I didn't do my job.

She changed right away. The light had left her eyes. No more smiles. Just a broken woman with a broken heart.

I never understood why she didn't show empathy to my dying father.

But I never asked.

After the death, she stayed the same. No emotion. Nothing whatsoever. Which pissed me off.

She didn't do anything. She still doesn't. Its sickening. It makes me want to hurl at how much she expects.

It got worse after I walked in on Gabe.

I was 15, a stupid happy little teenager who thought he was in love. In love with someone who wouldn't have loved him back.

∆

I walk up to Gabe's door and push it open. I hear sobbing coming from the bathroom and immediately feel my blood run cold.

Gabe doesn't sob, why is Gabe sobbing?

I jingle the handle but find it locked. My sudden movement gushes up Gabe.

"G-G-g- Go away De" he sniffles.

"Gabe! Gabe open up please!" I holler, panic creeping into my voice.

"Just go away and let me finish, Please De"

"Gabe. Why are you crying?" i ask pretending I'm fine.

He is silent for a long time, barely breathing. Then he speaks.

"Its to much"

I pound on the door and turn, facing his room. I rush straight to the drawer next to his bed.

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Gabe was a lot of things to me. Kind, funny, a role model. I never struck him as unhappy. I guess I wasn't watching close enough.

I walked in on Gabe's bloody arms that night. I remember seeing his twisted face as he saw my reaction.

I was sick to my stomach that my own brother was desperate enough to harm himself.

I beat myself up about it, tons.

If I had gone in their sooner, I could've talked to him. Pulled him out. But I couldn't have.

He had been doing it since dad was diagnosed.

I never told my Mother about it. I'm not sure she would've cared. But I can't find out now.

My strength was tested when Gabe died. It wasn't his fault. It truly wasn't.

But he died anyways.

A/N: Ugh! Yes I know this part was short, Ugh yes I know it sucked. I just had to get it out of the way.

Next part will be better & longer.

Love you,
-Sierra