The day he left...

I had a very strange dream the other night, which resultyed in my coming up with this little... Story.
I am not exactly sure where i9t is going or anything but I really felt I needed to write it.

It is about a girl, and her story of what happened to her brother who went missing when she was younger.

Im not a hundred percent sure what the rating should be as the theme may be a little "mature" later on... I am reallly not sure yet. So up to you I guess.


3. Failed

Mum and Dad are not divorced. 

Some say that means the marriage is not failed, I doubt the truthfulness of that statement. 

What kind of marriage never speaks to each other? Is hardly ever in the same room? Can not meet the others eye?

They no longer sleep together, and family meals are a thing of the past. It's more common he gets in late and fixes himself a sandwich  when Mum is already in bed asleep. First come, first served... First home, the one who gets the bed. 

In all that I'm not forgotten, my laundry is always done, pressed and put away, I am never dirty and I eat good wholesome food. So on the outside, we have not failed.

But on the inside, if you could open it up like one of those anatomy dolls, then you would see the cracks. See every single crack and pothole...  Were like zombies, going through motions and routines but not feeling or seeing what were really doing. 

All trying to stop the same thought processes by keeping busy. 

The same thoughts, although they are never spoken out loud. 

"Was it MY fault?"

"Was it THEIR fault?"

"What happened to Nathan?"


And if your me...

"Who is that man?"

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