I sit in his vacant room bare of any traces of him. It's like he never existed. The walls are a sad grey and empty of the past but I can still see the band posters and Polaroid collages he liked to make.
Aaron moved in a year ago with us after his dad was deployed. He continued school, got good grades, and planned on joining the navy like his father. None of knew anything was wrong. I mean how could we? There were no signs or clues that he was depressed. We weren't close and we hardly ever talked. I blame myself sometimes for not trying to get close to him or be his friend cause maybe I could've helped him, stopped him. After his death my uncle, his father, returned from his deployment. I couldn't even look at him; couldn't even fathom how painful it is to lose a child and returning to gather the memories of him. My uncle and I were close and the fact I couldn't comfort him or even look at him made me feel sick.
Snapping out of thought, my dad walks by without even noticing me. The floorboards of our old Victorian house creak with every step. I feel goosebumps running down my spine while taking one more look around, I remember what was and close the door.
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General Fiction15 year old Jule lives through the battles of an eating disorder and depression after the suicide of her cousin. Her family and friends have no clue the darkness she feels and she intends to keep it that way.
