Gone

When I was younger, my older brother Nick,knew a girl who killed her self. I never saw my brother cry before that night. And I didn't know why he cryd I mean it wasn't his fault...Right? My parents later told me the reason why he felt so bad. The girl ,Kathy, had asked him out that day and told him if he didn't say yes,she would kill herself. He thought that she was joking. But when the call came later that night, he kept saying. "I thought she was just kidding" He must have said that a hundred times before he sat down at the kitchen table and just started to cry. It was weird because I remember being confused he face was so plain. He held no emotions on his face,and then just a second later he cries like theres no tomorrow. He looked so bad.

There was a funeral two days later. My brother and I went, I can only remember two things about that day. One everyone wore black no sign of real color. And two,the sound of Kathy's' mother. Screaming at my brother, blaming my brother for the death of her daughter. It wouldn't have been so bad if he had said anything to defend him self. But he thought it was his fault so when the screaming started he just toke it. He didn't even acknowledge this lady screaming at him. His face was pale and he was staring at the ground.

He was never the sameafter that day. He hardly ever talks. My parents tried therapy,it didn't work. Most of his therapist never even heard him speak.

I know he wishes he could turn back time and do that day over. But he can't. No body can. I don't even notice when hes in the room I always think of him as 'gone' now. Hes just not there.

This is based of a true story, some things have been changed around a little but not that much.