Love Is Love

We are all getting ready for the funeral, for my brother, it all just happened so suddenly. One day he’s making fun of me and rubbing my head, then the next he’s dead because of drunk driving. Now I’m lonely.

My dad is always drunk and on the couch asleep, my mom works all day, he was the only one there for me.

I have this one friend who has just abandoned me because he needed popularity.

There is a girl that I like, her name is Sydney, she’s kind and beautiful. But I know that I have absolutely no chance with her.

My life has never been special, I’m just a normal 16 year old with average grades and no friends, and also no bullies. (Except my father of course)

My life is practically meaningless in all ways imaginable. I wish that I was dead, there is no value of my life.

“DAMIEN, get downstairs now!” My father shouted I run downstairs and he says “Son, why the hell are you such a goddamn idiot.”

I responded “I don’t know sir” He got up and hit me with the bottle of beer and says, “do you know now” “yes sir” I responded “okay good, now don’t you ever let me catch you acting like an idiot.

I go upstairs slowly and rub my head, Then I start crying, I wonder if there is anyone who actually cares about me?

I slip on my socks and my pants, I put on my suit and tie, for some reason Sydney slips into my head for a while. I imagine her kissing me and holding me and telling me “It will be alright”

I step out the house and get my BMW, I drive to the hospital to pick up my mom.

She’s crying an awful lot. She is the head doctor there and works in the ER. Sometimes I worry about her, whenever she actually comes home, she is tired and worn out.

We arrive at the church, my mom is still crying non stop. I try to comfort her “It will be okay” then I kiss her on the cheek. She makes a short nod and then turns away.

The service starts and the pastor starts with all of that dearly beloved crap “W£ All gather here today to celebrate the life and legacy of Jackie John Abraham.” For some reason I start snickering I don’t know what’s so funny, I think its the way that he was talking.

After we left the service my mom had calmed down. “Damien, what will you do without your brother?” I was stunned by that question. I responded,”I don’t know but I will find out.”

When we gat home I get on Instagram and look at the post on my brothers page with things like “rest in peace” and “be good in heaven” I post and say “I hope that he will be alright” than the next second my phone starts blowing up with mean comments saying that I hoped he would die. I was heart broken

Then I see a comment that Sydney sent. It said “Leave him alone, he loved his brother and if you say different then leave” My heart started beating non-stop. I was scared.

The next moment I get a notification saying you have a new follower. I found out it was Sydney. Then she posted “don’t believe the shitty rumors that they say, we could be friends if you want.” I screamed. My dreams were coming true.