Cold

[Prologue 2]

My mother told me once, to not cut myself with a glass once it is shatter on the floor but knowing me. I did.

She then told at age of fourteen, the consequences of what smoking does, she told me to never touch a cigaret. I did not touch cigaret, I touched worst mommy, drugs.But still, I did.

At age of seventeen, she disappeared leaving me and my brother Caleb alone. I took care of Caleb just like our father, even thought we never met him. I used to get in a lot of trouble when mother was alive but now that she is dead I found life more difficult and I realise how much her advices were true.

Now that I am twenty, my life is perfect fuck girls and smoke some shit with my brother who is now eighteen, why did I not thought of any other way to live? Because it was the only escape that I could find to let my problem aside for a while.

Did I ever thought that love was the only escape route? I did. I sure did, but you always end up being broke. Like I am. Broken hearted, broke in money, and broke in life.

If I had the choice to go back and live my life like my mother always taught to, I would go back and maybe, she would not have been dead.

I am cold, and nothing will bring me down to earth, not even love.

I don't even know who I am, am I Harry Styles the womaniser or the soft and kind big brother who always cry only by reading the last chapter in the Fault in Our stars.

Who am I?