He was gone. He wasn't here. He doesn't exist anymore.
Bro wasn't going to sing me to bed, or calm me after a nightmare. Bro was gone, and it was my fault. Why did I not pay attention? Why couldn't I have just paid attention to the lights, at the intersection?
It was so quick, it just happened too fast. One moment I was humming to a song in the car with Bro then there was a loud shatter. My arm twisted a little in the wreckage but Bro died, I got away with minor cuts and bruises. That was horrible, and dealing with it all was too much for one person; but I had to. Just thinking about going through life without him and just going to school regularly was devastating.
It all will be harder and...just? Plain weird without him.
I don't know if I can go and live my life normally. I mean if I go back to a simple life. Easy was not an answer anymore. It wasn't since that day…