My so called brother

Bobby married my mother Marry. As a bonus, I got two brothers. Greg and Niall Horan. Between me and Niall cut it out directly. I was the good girl and he was my opposite. I hated him.


12. Nothing

I ended up in a non-state. I didn't survive but I wasn't dead. I was put in a wheelchair and I went with a car. I was wheeled into a church and I saw a coffin. I felt nothing and I was nothing. I saw Bobby cry, I saw Greg cry. Somewhere there was a Niall, but he showed me no face. I saw my cousins​​, I saw the family that was left. Yet I felt nothing. I couldn't! 


"What happens to her now?" 
"I take care of her!" 
"But Bobby, you have two children of your own. Why should you care about her?" 
"She's Marrys daughter and she's my daughter." 
"Stop being such a great man and leave her off!"


Dark and a cold room! I was back at the hospital and I heard all the familiar sounds. I closed my eyes and I hated life, I hated the world.


God you aren't, so why should I care? You took my dad and then you took my mom. Why should I stay? I don't want more! I can't! Fucking ossified God, kill me!


"Hope your name isn't hope for nothing!" 
I heard Greg's voice and I felt his hand on my hand. 
"Please don't give up!" 








It will be more, but this is a pause between "the middle section"! 

Comment, like or hate! 

Thank you!

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...