Have you ever loved so much, you fear the day they may not be around you for five minutes? I have. I do...Kennie Loo, my dearest sister. This is the story of when she left the house to go to California over Christmas vacation. And that ,friends, is more than five minutes. That is two and a half long and depressing weeks, especially when you feel that the only thing important in your life is your sister; the mirror image of a mother you once had who happened to tragically die of cancer a few years earlier. But this is a story of more than just depression. It's learning that what you have around you should be noticed and not shoved aside to save room for one false obsession.
She had just left. I was sitting on my bed, doing absolutely nothing. Bored out of my wits because that's the way I was making my life. I didn't want to be happy. Kennie Loo was gone. I would be left alone in this cold world. Sure Bryn was here, but so what? I wanted my sister back. I took a piece of paper and stuck it to my wall (note: My dad would kill me if I really wrote on my wall.), took a pen and wrote 'Days of Misery'. On this chart, I would mark down the days I had been without my sister, kinda like jail guys do, if they do that...Anyways, it was all I felt like I could do. My darling, dearest Kennie Loo. Gone.
Yeah, before you start rolling your eyes- though I already have at the memory of my idiocy -you need to understand that all my attention is directed to my older sister. I've always looked up to her. Those cheesy, pathetic 'Who's your Hero?' elementary did, I put Kennie Loo down. Yeah, it's almost scary (if it isn't already). Guess what- scratch that almost. It is scary. I've controlled it somewhat, but not enough.
Anyways, I was alone, as forementioned. What would Kennie Loo think of my sitting on my bed, going mildly insane at my loss? She'd say I was an idiot, that's what. Suddenly I began to feel terrible.
"Um, Char?" Bryn said as he walked into my room through the joint bathroom. Why doesn't that door have a lock.
"Not now Bryn," I answered, annoyed that he would try to make me feel even a titch and tid better. My little brother began to walk out of the room, head hung barely enough for me to notice that I was being an idiot. I sat up.
"Hey Bryn?" I said. He stopped and looked at me. "Do you wanna do something?" That felt better.