Family cont.

I've calmed down. His song is not as loud. Okay....c'mon Roy your in control. Okay where was I? Ah yes......

I had two brothers one was just 3 years older then me, the other was 13 years older than me. The younger was Jacob, the older was Seth. After what happened to our parents Seth became out provider. He was barely home because he had to work two jobs. But when he was he would school is saying "I won't have you grow up as dumb-asses pardon my French, just because we were scarred for life." He was a great brother. Always tried to make light of the situation.

Jacob was never the same after what happened. He rarely ever smiled again. But it was understandable. Me on the other hand I simply formed a mask. The day after it happened I was smiling again. But deep down I was wounded and it left a scar. I never truly got over it.

When I was 9 it started up again. Jacob had never been the same but he started to get worst. He started to become more and more secluded. Barely saying a word. It was unnerving how silent he would get. He would never tell us what was wrong.

When I was 12 he started keeping a notebook. Drawing in it all the time and he wouldn't show us what was inside. He would spend hours locked in his room drawing in that thing. We actually tried to take it away once or I did I guess. He proceeded to punch me breaking my jaw. While I was shocked he jumped on me raining blow after blow on my face. I ended up with a concussion. I didn't attempt to take his notebook after this. I avoided him after this.

He only got worse started getting sick, coughing up blood. It was like deja vu. One day while I was watching candle cove he said he was going out for a walk. I didn't say anything back because I actually feared him still. He never came back. The police searched for weeks didn't find any sign of him anywhere. I'm the one that found his notebook. I hid it under the floor boards of the house because I just thought something about it didn't feel right.

It still didn't end. The next time it was not a complex build up. There was no slender sickness, no fits of rage, no extreme paranoia, and no crazy demented drawings. It was my fifteenth birthday. While me and Seth were celebrating when he saw something out the window that seemed to make him mad. He told me to lock the doors and stay in my room. He ran towards the forest and never came back.

Like with Jacob there was no trace of him.

After all of this happened Nicks family adopted me. I moved to the city where they lived and tried to forget what had happened. You can repress.... But you never truly forget.

I'm sick of talking about this. Me and Laura are crashing in another house that's not ours. Something pretty funny actually happened today. I woke up to make breakfast for both of us and when I went to Oh god Laura just screamed gotta go