I never knew what it was like to be an only child. I always had you, Big Brother, for me. To protect me from our parents and to fight off the creatures that attacked me at night.
Our parents. Mother was always a bit.. off. You weren't surprised when she was proved guilty of killing the neighbors. But.. I was. I liked Mother. She wasn't like Father.
Father always has a beer in his hand. If he's not yelling at us, he throwing things and hitting us. I wish they would catch Father like they caught Mother. Maybe then I can finally sprout my wings.
But without you, I don't know how to start growing them.
You've always fought for me. I hate to think that you're leaving and never coming back.
Don't you remember the days we ran through the city, pretending it was a magical forest and we were chasing unicorns and dragons? The days we hung out with our friends to escape the madness in our own home? Those hot, sticky days when we managed to find enough money to buy ourselves some ice cream? Those cold, wet days when you brought me to your rich kid friend's house for a warm fire and fresh cookies?
Why do you have to go? Why are you leaving me?
It's not your fault, I know.
You weren't the one texting-- you don't even have a phone in the first place. You weren't at the wheel of that car.
How come you're the one six feet below while that guy is missing and still on the run?
Why did the best Big Brother in the world have to die for this guy's addiction to his phone?
Why did I lose my knight in shining armor to a piece of technology?
I already miss you, Big Brother.
I hope heaven is better than the hell we've already been in.
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One Shots
AcakI have challenged myself to write a little bit every day. These are the little stories and such I write. I only publish the ones that actually turn out half decent, as most of these are ideas I came up with at 2 AM
