Randy Douglas, my older brother, died 6 years ago by the hands of Jeff Woods, the new kid in town. I guess my parents like to believe it was Jeff's fault, even though Jeff was acting in self defense, they think that Jeff didn't need to go as far as he did, which is kinda bullshit.
I guess I'm in the middle ground. I hate him, I mean who wouldn't he killed my brother, but I also don't blame him, my brother threatened him and Liu with a knife. It really doesn't matter anymore though because Jeff and his little brother, Liu, died along with their parents from a break-in. It was a few days after the accident with my brother, the whole family had gotten killed by stab wounds, and the cops thought for a while the killer was my uncle but evidence proved he wasn't, my uncle wasn't even in town at the time!
I attended the funeral, I mean who wouldn't? My parents had first refused to let me go, but after I told them I wanted out of the house because I hated it there, they had let me go.
I'm 17 now, and half way threw my senior year in High School, so why does any of this matter? He's my brother and everything but I shouldn't be thinking so heavily of the past right?
Wrong.
The past seems to always come back, no matter how much we don't want it too.
At least I have my friends, along with Keith and Troy who keep a close eye on me, also I have Chief, my German Shepherd.
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