I had just stopped crying from the news, I had found out. When the bell rang and a complete stranger came to the door. He was wearing a blue uniform, I knew what was to come...what he'd say.
To
EVERYONE
News that shattered me, that will break my Family.
All because I was so very stupid, ran after another human being and got in returned with DEATH. Caring too much for someone is devastating at times. Moping around wont get anyone anywhere though.
And I did what I Had to.
I wouldn't of been able to sit still knowing someone out there pleading for help. The thoughts swarmed me, when My Brother Started to laugh. He does this when he gets too nervous in a situation and can't handle it. Following the laughter was the slam of the door, the police man had finally left.
I looked at mother to see her expression, she had none at 1st and then sat in a chair. The one that she never sat in again, after the death of our father. It was, His chair, the "Head of the house's" chair and no one was allowed to sit in it. Her sour face appeared looking as if she was a dog with too many wrinkles to handle.
Thanks-Giving was NEVER a peaceful time for our family.
Trouble always arose