Carly's pov.
I lifted the sheet at the hospital and there he was. The brother that loved me and the one that was always by my side was dead.
"Why did it have to be him? I would have died for him. If God needed him then why couldn't he also take me. I don't have nothing to live for."
"Carly! You do have things to live for."
"Like what. Coming home to you guys." My moms eyes started to tear up and I started to feel guilty.
"You know what if you don't want to live here,you are 17 so you can leave."
I called my friend Angela to tell her what happened and I started to cry.
She was trying to settle me down but it wasn't working.She has always been there for me. She was like a sister to me and Jake.
Oh I almost forgot to introduce myself. I have black,natural curly hair,green eyes,never wear make-up,play basketball, and right now I'm wearing dark skinny jeans with white markings on them and a shirt that says "Thanks For Nothing" and Nike shoes with a black bandana as a headband.
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Teen FictionCarly lives with her mom and dad but two years ago her brother died so she has a stressfull life. Her parents don't care about her. So she runs away to New York from California and lives with someone named Jake. They become best friends but start to...
