Where were you when my brother died?It was a week after New Years and I was happy to finally meet all the friends I made in seventh grade.
It was a great leap from my sixth grade self where I had no friends and didn’t talk much at all.
The first week of school in a new year was over and it was finally. I came home and played my games while my brother sat in the living room on the computer.
My parents came home around dinner and I continued to keep playing.
Then I heard screaming.
I came out of my room and saw my dad yelling at my brother.
After a while he left the house and went drove away.
I didn’t know what happened but it was something serious.
Sunday came and my mom received a call. I was still in my room when she talked on the phone, but when she cried and ran out the door I had so many questions.
I walked out slowly from my room and asked my dad standing at the window why mom left. He said to not worry about it and I went back to my room.
Four months passed and I didn’t see my brother for a while now. I wanted to know If he was ok but I would never be able to know. My parents called me out and I asked what do you need and saw a lady sitting at the table.
I’ve never seen this lady but she seemed serious.
She asked me, “Have you seen your brother anywhere these couple months?”
I responded with, “No why?”
She then stated, “I have some bad news to tell you. Your brother is dead.”
At that moment I sat in a chair at the dining room table near pictures of my brother on shelves and the computer he would sit at all the time.
I was furious and sad at the same time. I could’ve done so much to stop it like get in the way of the argument and stop him from leaving or went with him wherever he was going, but I did nothing.
Tears filled my face and I couldn’t think of anything besides all the memorize I had with him and all the games I would play with him. All of those memories swept away for good as if it never happened.
It was on January tenth when this all happened. Where were you when my brother passed away?