TearDrops

Dear Professor Membrane

I cried twice in my life. And that's 11 years. The first time I cried, I cried enough for a thousand people. It was a day I wish could be erased from the history of everyone else's lives and mine. The day my mother died. If it had been of natural causes, disease, injury, even if it had been murder, it would have been easier to take in. But it was Suicide. Imagine how my brother and I felt, we felt like she wanted to leave us so that's why she went a head And killed herself.

Dib and I had been eating dinner when we had been alone for far to long. I was only 5 and he was 6. He led me upstairs with him, and we went to her room and there she was, surrounded by bottles of various medicines. We cried so hard that the room should have flooded.

That was years and years ago. And I only cried once since. No pain have I ever felt that compared to the pain I felt when she left us. The only pain even close was the pain I inflicted upon others. They deserved it though, my mother didn't. I feel guilt for what I do, but only when it is towards my brother. I know he isn't trying to upset me, but my temper takes out its issues on the one nearest and dearest to my heart.

Although all day we fight and yell, at night we are true friends. When I have nightmares, which I so often do, I always go to my ever-awake brother. We talk for hours on end until I finally sleep. I wake up in my bed every time.

I try not to love him, because love makes you weak. But he is my brother and deserves a sister who will treat him well in public, rather than just when we are alone. I keep my façade going on all day and fall apart at home with him.

But the next time teardrops fell from my face was the last time they did as well. The day we died.

While walking home one day, we crossed the street. A huge van, with a drunk driver, ran by us, almost hitting us. Then as we continued to walk the driver drives by in the car again, and crushes my feet. I fall back, as dib tries to help me up. This is when I cry again, for the last time. In all my pain and the fact I couldn't move, dib and what was left of me got run over by one more drunken driver. We were really just a puddle of red with a skull necklace and a pair of glasses.

We were killed, but somehow both ended up in heaven. How I did, god only knows. But I get to be with my brother and the innocent souls I brought to the afterlife.

Forever is a long time, but a lifetime is not. I don't want to waste the time I have crying. Just let the teardrops fall and continue on with life, with love, with everything.

Love,

Your daughter,

Gazlene Membrane