How it all begun

It happened and it made me rough

This is real, I had a rough childhood. Still up until now I haven't recovered.. I am not reall good at writing and with words so I hope y'all enjoy this.. Besides it's elegy.

How it all begun.....

It was exactly five years ago from today, I rushed to the bathroom to had my bath.. Greeted mom and dad. I asked how's Jerry.. He's fine Grace said. I hadn't had the time to visit him at the hospital. I left so early for school with joy in my heart and that smile everyone says I should keep wearing.

The school bell rang. I rushed home to test the new game dad bought for me for making my papers. 'Such a bright young lad' as he'd always say. Though I can't wait to test my new game, I just can't help to feel bad because Jerry wasn't there.

Suddenly there was a loud scream. It's coming from grace, my heart leapt as she ran out from the living room screaming 'my brother is dead'. My head was spinning so fast. Neighbours had to rush out. He was fine when we last spoke this afternoon a voice said. They were hoping to discharge him tomorrow another said..

I couldn't believe my ears. I felt dizzy as tears slowly ran down my cheeks with smile on my face. First few steps for me felt like I was in space just so empty. Then slowly I tried to gain balance but ended up falling from the stairs.. I blacked out

He's waking up.. Shhhhhh some one said.

All this faces seems strange for me. I shrugged off their hands off me and ran.. I ran and ran.. Till I couldn't, blisters and bruises. That's what I could feel.. He can't be dead!!!.. I so screamed at the world

Next 4 hours were silent.. Mom was at the hospital maybe to sign the certificate. I walked to the church..
I wanted to ask God why you took my brother away from me. He was my only hope.,

Sitting alone at the right extreme end facing the pulpit. A church worker came to me, telling me all would be fine. I felt I needed to smash a bottle on his head while he talked.
Why is God like this? I asked but didn't get any answer..

I couldn't bear the noise from the church so I walked back home. Dad's car was parked roughly in the Garage, Voices and whispers was all I could hear. I walked in sternly, had a deadly look to every stare.

I ran upstairs locked my room. Slowly the voices fades and whispers became low. I came downstairs---
Hey young lad

Dad called but I refuse to listen i slowly walked out on him.. I got to the front yard and noticed a rope tied unto the wall.
I laughed devilishly I've lost control of my mind. I took to rope and thought of how I going to end my pain then I heard mom said
. He's broken
He shouldn't have known
I don't want to lose him
I might die if I do

I've never seen mom in tears so it broke me, I cried till my eyes became red bloodshot..

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