Henry called 911. Their mom was rushed to the hospital.
Time of death, 6:50pm.
When the doctors broke the news to them, Brandon ran away crying, back outside in the cold, January air.
He couldn't believe it.
"Why mom? Just, why?", Brandon said, looking up at the sky.
Brandon loved everyone so much, no matter how much they hated him for being bisexual.
And.
He still doesn't know where Alexia is. He was too sad to even care.
Henry came out the hospital. He was crying, too.
He tried comforting Brandon.
Telling everything's gonna be okay.
Alright.
But.
He snapped back.
"How's everything gonna be okay? OKAY?"
Henry regretted talking to him.
"Our mom just committed suicide and you're the one who's gonna tell me ever-"
Henry got so mad.
Everything just happened so slow, like a car slowing down.
Or slowing down a movie.
There was a red hand print on Brandon's face.
Henry just slapped him.
Right in his fucking face.
They have never.
Ever.
Hit each other before.
Brandon was in shock, and so was Henry.
But Brandon just had this urge.
This sense.
This voice.
"Asshole!"
Brandon has never said not one curse word to anyone before.
But death changes you.
It really does.
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Adventure-Alexia: She has ran away from home. She is cheerful and outgoing. In the middle, after Henry and before Brandon. Hates vegatables. -Henry: The oldest out of all of them. Has a promise he can't tell Brandon. Looks identical to his dad. Hates the col...
