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Half-Spirits

Half-Spirits

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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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The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.

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