Beginning And End Read Count : 94

Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : YoungAdult

The begging, yes I know that's a weird way to start a story but its how all stories are they have a begging and an end. I would like to welcome you to my story where the beggin is a lot better then the end. It all starts way back in elementry school through middle school life was great all I cared ababoababout was t.v and candy, but then the trouble came. It all started my junior year of high school. I was probably the luckiest girl in the school at the time. I had a boyfriend who played for the football team, a best friend who I loved and trustrd more then anything, and finally I was the captain of the cheer squad. Like I said luckiest girl in school, until I got home that's where everything went wrong. But it's not my moms fualt or my dads it's my brothers Jona. Jona  ripped my family apart he ran away from home, stole our money, and did drugs in our house. He drove my parents crazy. We tried putting him in therapy but it wasn't working, every day he would come home from school smelling like pod looking as sad and mad as the sky on a stormy day. He would drag his feet up the stairs and you would hear him slam the door and jump on his bed. The last thing you would remember is hearing him cry and all you wanted was him to stop all you wanted was silence. One day he came home he went to the bathroom and I heard him crying I went up to comfort him so maybe I wouldn't have to listen to him being upset, and when I walked into the bathroom I expected to see him sitting with tears but what I saw was him he was in the bath covered in blood with his rists all cut up. I screamed for help my parents came running in, we dragged him into the car taking him to the hospital but by the time we got their it was to late he had died in the car. My first thought wasn't to cry it was to ask myself why hadn't I talked to him sooner if only I talked to Jona on the other nights maybe he would still be here maybe if we helped him he would be okay. A few months have passed My mom dad and I are still trying to get over Jona not being around. We cant even talk about Jona my mom just starts balling her eyes out. I thought maybe I would be able to escape the sadness at school, but some how the word got out that my brother was dead. Everyone was treating me differently the teacher started giving me less work,my friend dont talk to me as much, and they took me off the fear squad in fear that I might have a mental break down in the middle of the game. The only person treating me normal was my boyfriend Cole. Yes he took me out to get ice cream a few times after he found out but he never stopped being him around me. Cole is the reason I've lived so long, he is the reason why I dont want to let go of life. I mean my mom and dad are always upset, my friends are not even friends anymore, and I can't even cheer. So if I lost Cole I would lose life. One day me and Cole we're going for a walk to the mall then we heard someone screaming and heard a loud shot, a gun shot. Cole and I ran around the corner and there he was a man with a gun pointed at me. Cole immediately ran in front of me. The man shot the jun and all you could her was a thud. The of a body hitting the ground. My body. I had jumped in front of Cole becuade he had so much to live for and I didn't. He deserved to live. I remember the police officers saving Cole and arresting the shooter. Cole was very upset but I knew he would forgive me so would my parents. Because who can stay mad at a dead person who can stay mad st a person whos life has come to an END.

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  • yassss

    Nov 14, 2018

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