Gwen's Pov:
I walked down the hallway as I possessed a feeling of depression. It was 2 years since the death of my brother but i still couldn't forget the horrible event. My mind wondered off as I walked over to the bathroom.
I opened the door and stepped in to wash up. I wasn't in the mood to get into a cold wet shower at 7:00am so I simply splashed some water on my face and tried to convince myself that was enough.
I stood there looking in the mirror as I tried to remember who I was before my brother's death. The person I saw in the mirror was a complete stranger. They were as pale as porcelain and their lips were as gray as smoke. Their eyes burned with hatred and depression. This wasn't who I wanted to be, but it was who I became.
I tried to forget Wednesday 17th June 2012, but every time the thought popped into my head, I went into a panic.
I made my way back over to my room but was stopped by a familiar scene. My brother's bedroom door was open just a crack, and seemed like someone was just there. I looked through the crack only to see everything was...the same.
The room looked exactly like it did 2years ago. My brother's desk had books about chemistry and physics cluttered all over it. His Three Days Grace and Mcr posters were still on his wall, even his bed remained with the same sheets.
I hesitantly stepped into the room and felt as though I was Alice falling through the rabbit hole into wonderland. Every thing seemed so strange and out of ordinary since he was dead. I was surprised everything remained as it was, on regular circumstances, mother would turn it into an office for father. The thought of how inconsiderate my parents were at times brought me to the verge of tears, but not just yet. It was something I was used to, ever since we were little kids, I remember my mother doing whatever is needed for my father even though it involved violating our belongings or even harming me and Linc.
The music I used to hear blasting all the way across the hallway was now merely CD's laying beside his bed. The books I used to find piled on the dining table were now stacked on his desk. The photos we took were no longer taped on the walls but now hidden in a shoe box underneath his bed. These little bits were all I needed to remember what an extraordinary person my brother was.
I felt a tear stream down my cheek as I clasped the picture we took as children near Alcatraz, to my chest.
I knew if I continued mourning about an event which happened in 2012, I wouldn't be able to go on with my life..normally at least.
So as I tried my best to hold back tears, I promised myself to shut out all connections to my brother and his death.
I got onto my feet as I placed the portrait on his bedside table and walked out of the room, closing the door on my way out.
As I made my way to my bedroom to clothe myself, I stopped by my parents' bedroom door. Somewhere I despised setting foot. It brought back memories of me seeing my guardians at their weakest which I quite frankly, didn't need in my life.
I decided to check on them to see if they were grieving over my brother as well. I knocked on the door as I pushed it open slightly.
My father was adjusting his tie in front of the full-length mirror they had while my other was in the bathroom cleaning herself.
"Morning,"I said timidly with just my head peeping out from behind the door.
"Yes it is," My father replied as he continued to analyze his appearance in the mirror.
"Where is mum?" I asked even quieter than before.
"Shower. Breakfast is already set up downstairs," He said as he turned his head towards me.
I shut the door and walked back to my bedroom to dress myself.
My room had this glum and dark feel hovering in it. It wasn't quite different from my brother's, posters of MCR and other bands on my wall, books on my desk and sheets which although they weren't, seemed as if they hadn't been changed in 2 years. I made my way to my wardrobe and got out My usual outfit, dark denim skinny jeans and a black top. I wasn't really the accessory kind, I merely wore ear rings and a leather strap around my wrist, considering I was quite the jaded person.
I clothed myself in the attire I selected and gathered my books as I made my way out of the room and down the staircase.
I walked into the kitchen which by now you'd expect me to be at peace with, but I cringed every time I stepped into it. I walked over to the fridge and picked out a bottle of water and an apple. I was running late and therefor had no time for cuisine consumption. I walked out of the kitchen as I grasped my back-pack and made my way out the door to got to the horrific place similar to Alcatraz prison (I would know).
End of chapter 2:
So far this is where I'm at.. Thanks to Tigersfury and others who read and reviewed, means a lot to me.
Please review and tell me what you think, sorry if this chapter was choppy and all but trust me, next chapter will be better and have more characters.
Lisa.