Being siblings with Clay has been the best experience ever. Except he wasn't really my brother. I have a fucked up family in England, my mom died in my last year of middle school and my dad, he's abusive. Clays parents happily took me in there arms and decided to set me on a plane from England to America to take care of me. Well until my dad had fixed himself I was able to go back. But I don't want to go back to him ever again. Sophomore year was when I first started, and it's When Hannah first started. And now, and now Hannah's ended her years but I'm still here. I'm still here rotting away in misery without her. Except her being gone isn't the complete reason of my misery. It's more my skin chilled everytime I imagine his harsh hands forcing me.... But just a cherry on top. The full circle to my complete and utter misery. It's the guy. The guy every girl wants to fall in love with. But he was always mine first.