The Book

I was in my dad’s study, looking out the window dreaming of Nate. I couldn’t get him out of my head, ever since he kissed me I’ve been preoccupied with remembering. It was my first one so I wanted to always remember it, I was afraid of losing it.

The door slammed, I jumped. My brother was in the doorway, glaring at me. Gavin was 25, 10 years older than me, and still living at home like a loser. He moved to Georgia when he graduated to, ‘get away’ , as he says. I know the real reason though. He chased his dream girl there and then got turned down. Ran out of money and ended up back here. I think it’s pretty comical considering he was always the favorite. He played football and got straights A’s, what more could they ask for?

“Camille, what are you doing?,” he asked with a snarl, “you’re not supposed to be in dads study.”

“Oh, fight me Gavin, I’m not touching anything”, I walk towards him with a defiant look. As I got closer I noticed he was sweating, a lot. Buckets. He had a baggy sweatshirt on, which was weird because he always dressed up.

“Gavin what are you wearing, are you sick or something?”, I ask with a playful tune.

“No”, he stiffly responds. My clock beeped, read 3:45, almost time for dinner with Nate, I hid a smile as I walked by Gavin. He grabbed my arm.

“Gavin let me go I gotta get ready,” squirming to loosen his grip.

“Hey, look at me”, I looked at him for a second before twisting his arm. He screamed like the little girl he was and I left him there, standing in the hall. I was halfway to my bedroom when I heard a sound. A loud, piercing sound. I stopped dead in my tracks, because that wasn’t just any sound, it was a gunshot. My heart fell as I realized what he had done. My brother had killed himself. I didn’t even have to look, I already knew, because this wasn’t the first time he’s done it.