I was 13 when my brother left us. he was my only thing closest to my dad. My dad left me when i was 5. i still remember him saying that he would come back, but he never did. i waited, and waited by the door just hoping he would come through the door with food, or water, but my brother took over and he saved his and my life. This is the story of the day my brother drifted away from me. and never came back.
it was a bright afternoon with the sun beaming off my skin. "Where are you going, Mathew?" i said, with a little displesure on my face. "ill be back soon, Rose." thats what my dad said. i miss him, even though i was just getting to know him, and i was just getting to understand what he was saying. "im coming with you. i dont feel safe alone and i dont want to get stranded here, all by myslef." i started to get my things. "rose, stay here. im just going to get some food from the valley. ill be back in 15 minutes. i love you." he said, with a smile on his face. "i love you too." he walked out the door and shut it behind him. i started to knit a sweater for him since winter was around the corner. 20 minutes. 30 minutes. 45 minutes. 1 hour. i got my stuff, and walked out the door. why wasnt he back?
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my first chapter of a new story! its short, but...... if you guys want me to write another chapter, leave a comment! I DONT want to waste my time writing a story that wont get read:( please leave a comment or vote!!!!! :):):)):):):):):):):):):):)
