My little angel

I walk in the door no one was in the living room.
So i check the kitchen and get me some water.
I walk back to my room and gather some clothes and i find some towels.
But before i walk into the bathroom. I pick up my journal and start to write.
It keeps coming back. The memory. I still here her call my name. Sometimes i hear the gun shots. I still keep reminding myself that no one cares about me any more. I also learned that once you make a promise you cant always keep it i learned that the hard way because he never came back. Because once you leave you must never come back. You have to keep going. That's what i do best. Run. Never turn around and never come back and never give it a second thought.
I turn to a new page and begin to write some more
I figured out that nothing will ever stay the same. No one comes back. And everyone dies. No one cares. And also to never make promises. You must live in the moment because the rule of life is. Every one is born to die.
I sit their and think. I walk out of my room and into the bathroom. I leave a note saying i had returned. As i walk into the bathroom i change out of all my clothes and turned on the water. I washed and shaved and whats not. When i was through with everything i sat on the floor and started humming. I don't mo what song but i just kept humming to myself. I heard the door slam so I'm guessing they where back. I quickly turned off the water and exited out of the tub. And quickly got dressed and dried my hair. I sat on the bathroom rug. I heard voices and whispers and foot steps. I made sure the bathroom,, door was locked and sat back down just thinking.
Zayns p.o.v
I was walking sown the hall to my room which was across jazzy's room. I saw her door creeped open. But she wasn't in there. A small book caught my eye. I walk into her room. I see a picture on her nightstand of two little girls happily swinging on swings. I glance down to her bed and see the book. I open it. There is a little mark on a page so i go to that page and i read start to read it.
Every one says that once your broken you know what your made of. Well what if you are broke. And nothing happens you feel nothing. You go numb. Like you don't even know what to do anymore. You feel like anything could happen to make it worse. What if you feel broken and you know what your made of what happens when your really broken?
I turn to another page
Sometimes it replays in my mind. My brother leaving. Because of me. I remember him yelling ill forget and never come back. He promised he would come back and never forget me that he always loved me. And i remember him running.i remember the gun to my head and then suddenly it kills my mom. Cold. Dead. I remember screaming. My brother never did come back. And that's when i learned to never make promises.
I was stunned. i continue reading the page.
Zayn. That was his name I remember him. That was my first word.
I remember him he would take care of me when i was little. Mom always use to say
I would cry when he wasn't holding me or in the same room. He would stay up for hours trying to get me too sleep. Once i fell asleep on the couch. And he sat on my face and decided it was ok to fart. He was caring. He promised he would come back. I love my brother but he didn't keep his promise. Zayn was the name of my brother
I was confused i didn't no what was going on i think back to that day i hear a voice yelling run. I see everything now my little sister with a gun to her head. My other little sister crying my mom scarred i remember everything now. But i was confused she was supossed to be dead.

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