He was the light in the dark
anyone who is reading this please continue, i need my story to be heard.my name is Cassie and i live in Tulsa Oklahoma. from the time i was thirteen i have had a horribal time with death, my mom, Dianna died in a car accident, we didnt even get to say goodbye. then my dad, Johnson got so depressed that he stopped everything. he would go to work, come home and just sit in his chair and stared at the tv, even when it wasn't on he would just stare. he died a few months later, he drank himself to death. from then on it was me and my 15 yearold brother Dallas. he had no idea how to take care of a thirteen year old girl so he sent me to live with my grandparents who i barley know and he went to NewYork. just like that i had lost my whole family in less than a year.around two years later my brother called and told me i could come home. i was so happy. and thats when i met the guys who in less than a year would be my new family. there was Darrel, Sam, Steven, Peter, Toby, and then there was Johnny. oh Johnny was the love of my life. we fell for each other just like that. we went everywhere together, cause the one time i wasn't with him he got beat up bad, real bad, the guys found him in the street and called me. when i got there i couldn't breath couldn't speak and couldn't stand, the only thing i could do was run to his side and cryed and cryed and cryed. Peter who is like my little brother, said i had so much hate and sadness in my eyes. i hated that this could happen to someone so innosent. then about four month after that the same guys who beat Johnny the first time got drunk and beat him again, only this time he fought back and stabbed one of them. he died on spot. but Johnny wasn't alone that night Peter was with him. my brother was at a party so they ran to him so they could get out of town. i didnt know about any of this until i woke up the next morning and Dallas told me they were gone. i went into shock and got real sick. i sat on the couch for what felt like weeks and never moved. my brother who is hard as stones cryed at the sight of me like that, and thats the only thing i remember about being in shock. i saw on tv that night there was an old church that had caught fire about a mile out of town. when my brother saw that he shot up like a bullet and yelled oh ****!!!! as loud as he could and then said thats where Johnny and Peter are!!! when i heard that i saw peoples mouths movin but nothing was comin out all i heard was a buzzing noise in my ear, and the when Dallas ran out the door everything started to blurr and the buzz got louder and louder and louder until it just stopped and then it went all white and i felt like i was flying. when i woke up Dallas was sittin there with tear stains on his cheeks and i ask where Johnny and Peter were. i was yelling and then screaming there names until dallas said the words i can never forget. Johnny didnt make it. i stopped breathing i just held my breath, i dont know why but i did. after they finaly got me breathing again he told me Peter will be okay, and then he paused and said that Johnnys last words were tell cassie i died a lucky guy to have had her in my life. i know those last words may sound fairytale but thats what he said they stay with me forever. my brother was so grief strucken he wasn't thinkin staight. he stormed out and called about an hour later and said he was running from the cops, and he just held up a convenience store. we made it outside just in time for him to shout to me, im sorry and pulled out a gun. the cops started shoting and my brother died in an alley. i held him in my arms and he said im gonna see momma and pa again, i'll tell them you miss them and all four of us Johnny too, will watch over you. they were sweet last words but still last words. all the things people say before they die are meaningful some more than others. the cop who shot my brother braggs about it the gun Dallas had wasn't even loaded! Dallas was an 18 year old kid so scared of life he hides it by tryin to be tough.and now my storys over, i dont know what to do with myself im 16 and have lost my whole family and my true love all at once. i wish i had more faith than i do but its hard when you've been throgh this. i dont cry, dont laugh, and dont smile. i havent loved anyone or anything besides the 5 guys i have left since then, and probably never will.