Wake me up inside

by DogwoodTreesAndBumblebees

I didn't know how she could see into my eyes, like open doors. She saw the pain and the sorrow, and everything. It made me kinda mad that she could and I couldn't. R&R

2. Chapter 2

The next morning I woke with a warm body next to mine.
It moved and shook with the sobs that came from her chest, every inch of her trembling as she bawled.
I held onto her soft skin as I pressed my head into her soft hair and cried for the loss of my brother.

I cried for the loss of my other half, I cried for the loss of what isn't to come.
I cried for the loss of a girl who could have been my sister.

I cried for my band, that would never be the same.
I cried for my parents and the loss of a child.

I cried for my parents because the only child they had left was with out a doubt not the same one they had had when we had been a pair.

But most of all, I cried, I cried because I could, I cried because I wanted too.

And as I felt the wet, shaking hand grab my own I knew that I would never get over it, I would always feel the raw pain, but that I would be able to live my life with the knowing that I would always have some one that knew me better then I knew myself. . That I just had to wait until it was my turn to go to see him again.