(Y/n) Gilbert was one of the most outgoing people you could ever meet, but when her parents died in an accident things became very rough. What once was a joyful teen became a heavy-hearted girl. When the Salvatore brothers moved to town she couldn't...
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I walked around the dimly lit street towards the woods. I heard Jeremy talk about a place last year where kids smoke pot and drink that was over there. As I step foot into the woods my déjà vu flooded back into my head. It felt like I could almost smell the murder that surrounded my thoughts. I pushed the thoughts out of my mind and continue to trail through the woods. I saw a light up ahead from a fire and quickened my pace the closer I got to it. Music surged through the crowd. I pushed passed the grinding bodies and found my brother with smoke flowing out of his mouth.
"God damnit Jeremy!" I yelled at him. He merely turned his head in his daze of drugs. I grabbed his hand and started dragging him through the woods back to our house.
"Let go, (Y/n)!" he said as he struggled against my control. Although Jeremy was my same size and a boy I was still stronger than him, so I continue to drag him.
"Jeremy stop struggling! I get it mom and dad's death is hard but remember it's hard for all of us not just you! We are going home end of discussion!" I screamed.
Then he did something I didn't expect. He stopped struggling. Stopped walking. Stop everything. And cried. His body let out all the pain that his drugs were supposed to keep him. I turned around and stared at him. His knees began to shake and they soon gave out causing him to fall to the ground. He looked like a boy again instead of the man he was becoming. I kneeled down next to him.
"I'm sorry, Jeremy," I whispered ashamed of my outburst. He just continued to cry and wrapped his arms around me. I hugged him back and stroked his back.
"It's okay. It's going to be okay, Jer."
He cried for almost 15 more minutes and then we made our way home.
[At the House]
I took Jeremy into my room to clean him up. He sat on my bed and I walked into the bathroom to grab a damp towel to cleanse his tear stained cheeks. When I walked back into the room he was asleep on my bed allowing his baby face to show.
I shouldn't be so hard on him. He's just a kid still. My mind withdrew to a memory from our youth. There was a playground our parents used to take us to. Elena was running around playing with a soccer ball, Jeremy was in the sandbox, and I was on the swings. I remember swinging as high as I could and jumping off next to Jeremy scaring him a bit.
"Whatcha doing?" I giggled.
He pointed down towards a masterpiece in the sand. There was detail finger drawings of our family and they resemble us remarkable well.
"Jeremy this is awesome. You are so good at art," I said while messing up the hair on his head.
"Got it from my oldest sister," he said with an adorable grin. I loved Elena but she never had the connection me and Jeremy had with each other. We were more quiet and artistic, where as she was outgoing and athletic.
I smiled at the memory and put a blanket over my little brother, and then grabbed my pillow and headed to his room to get some much needed sleep.
