Something I quickly typed up. I might countinue it later but probably not.
The slanted words are some of the words I got off of a random word genorator and used as my base for the sentances.
I just want to Cry and never stop.
All that work. All that time. All for Waste. At least that's what I belive.
I have to Resist the urge to cry out "Brother, I miss you! Why? Why did you do it?" But I know that would give everything away. He told me to be him. To countinue his life for him.
It was my Intent to tell people what he did for for me. But he told me not too.
I'd give Anything to be able to see brother again. Though in a way I do see him. Everytime I look in the mirror or look at a picture taken after my brother's death.
I just wish Someone would realise that I am not my brother. My brother is dead, but his grave is marked with my name. I guess I am good at prentending to be my brother. I think it's because I knew him best.
I'm only Fourteen but because I am now my brother I'm fifteen. It's so confusing sometimes.
I'd be Lying if I said that I didn't enjoy some of this new life. I'm able to feel, able to smell, able to taste and eat. But that's really the only thing I enjoy.
But I just want my brother Back.
'Edward' put the pencil down and looked at what he had written. "I can't let anyone see this. It would blow my cover." He mumbled.
He was about to crumple up the peice of paper when he found himself stopping.
"Maybe I'll keep it..."
It's meant to be short.
This idea came to be because I wanted to write something like it but I didn't know what theme to use for it. Then I thought of an idea I had once but didn't feel like writing. It seemed to fit well with the words.
If anything is unclear I'd be glad to explain a few things.
In the chance I do countinue it, it will probably fallow with something simular to this one.