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Half-Spirits
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Ongoing, First published Jul 29, 2014
All I remember is me yelling and screaming trying to get my brother back. Remembering that it was no use, that David was leaving no matter what I did to stop him. My parents didn't love him, they only cared because we were a dying breed. But I loved my older brother and I have no idea where he is. 'It's not fair,' my 9-year-old head kept telling myself, 'Why would he leave me down here knowing I want to live up there with him.' 

I didn't sleep for days, didn't stop crying for months, and the thing is I'm still broken. I still think about him everyday wondering what he looks like now, if he's happy, if he remembers me, or if he's even alive. 

It's not fair that I don't know the answers to these questions. I deserve to have the answers to these questions. But I don't and that's why i ran away, just like my brother.

                                                                        Just like David.
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