A Lost Soul
It all started when my parents died when I was 13 an my brother Dallas was 15. My mother died in a car accident and my father drank him self to death. My brother sent me to my grandparents to live while he went to New York to grieve. Three years later he called to tell me to come home. When i came back he was more crazy and reckless than ever before. He showed his grief through violence. About a year after i came home my friend and boyfriend got into some trouble. My boyfriend Johnny and friend P.b. got caught in a fire with my brother. johnny got killed, P.b. got very sick and Dallas lost control. He robbed a store with an unloaded gun and he pulled the same unloaded gun on the cops. We were all there, the five of us left in our little group when he was shot down like an animal and the cop that killed him still brags about taking the life of a confused kid that he called a juvenile delineate. I lost to of the closest people in my life because of this mean world, but it doesn't have to be. There is no hope for me but there still is for you.