"Look. If you had one shot- or one opportunity, to seize everything you've ever wanted-one moment, would you capture it? Or just let it slip?"- Eminem
The familiar famous words spoken by Marshall Mathers burned in my skull as I closed my eyes, and prayed to God that this was all just a dream.
I opened my eyes. My wish didn't come true. The inspirational quote was still there on the piece of paper that I was holding, written in my sisters sloppy handwriting.
I turned the paper over. There were a few words crossed out hard in jet black pen ink and a few blood drops were splattered all over the paper. I sighed. She cut herself again. And she had been crying too; there were several teardrops on the paper that were still wet.
I felt myself placing a finger on a teardrop and rubbing it. The teardrop was as cold as ice- just like our father's heart. I knew this was a sign that she had given me, I just wasn't sure what it had meant. Yet.
10 Minutes Later.....
"Mom! Brooke left!" I yelled as I ran outside where Mom was getting the mail.
"What do you mean? Brooke would never have the guts to leave. She doesn't even like going in the backyard." She said.
"I'm serious! Read this note she left!" I said, walking over to her. I handed her the note as she skimmed it.
"Dammit. I shouldn't have bought her the fuckin Eminem CD for her birthday," was all she said.
"No, that's what she wanted." I replied.
"He made her leave!" She yelled.
"No." I said firmly. "No. He gave her the COURAGE to leave. YOU pushed her too far so she'd have to leave." I said.
Mom stared at me for a split second.
"You take that back." She said in a harsh whisper.
"No." I replied as I started walking back towards the house.
"Fuck you Chris! I know Brooke better than you! I know Brooke better than anyone!" She screamed.
I let out a snort.
I knew Brooke better than her.
She was wrong.
She always is.
~End of Chapter 1~
~Brooke~
The familiar famous words spoken by Marshall Mathers burned in my skull as I closed my eyes, and prayed to God that this was all just a dream.
I opened my eyes. My wish didn't come true. The inspirational quote was still there on the piece of paper that I was holding, written in my sisters sloppy handwriting.
I turned the paper over. There were a few words crossed out hard in jet black pen ink and a few blood drops were splattered all over the paper. I sighed. She cut herself again. And she had been crying too; there were several teardrops on the paper that were still wet.
I felt myself placing a finger on a teardrop and rubbing it. The teardrop was as cold as ice- just like our father's heart. I knew this was a sign that she had given me, I just wasn't sure what it had meant. Yet.
10 Minutes Later.....
"Mom! Brooke left!" I yelled as I ran outside where Mom was getting the mail.
"What do you mean? Brooke would never have the guts to leave. She doesn't even like going in the backyard." She said.
"I'm serious! Read this note she left!" I said, walking over to her. I handed her the note as she skimmed it.
"Dammit. I shouldn't have bought her the fuckin Eminem CD for her birthday," was all she said.
"No, that's what she wanted." I replied.
"He made her leave!" She yelled.
"No." I said firmly. "No. He gave her the COURAGE to leave. YOU pushed her too far so she'd have to leave." I said.
Mom stared at me for a split second.
"You take that back." She said in a harsh whisper.
"No." I replied as I started walking back towards the house.
"Fuck you Chris! I know Brooke better than you! I know Brooke better than anyone!" She screamed.
I let out a snort.
I knew Brooke better than her.
She was wrong.
She always is.
~End of Chapter 1~
~Brooke~