3. Chapter three - Aftershock
*a couple days later*
It has been a couple days since the funeral and I'm still going strong.Right now I am in my room. Looking around apicture on my bedside frame caught my attention. It was a picture from the x factor when we had been put into a group. I couldn't believe it has been over four years. Time flies by when you are having fun.
Walking down the hall I saw a photo frame that was lying on the floor.Being curious I picked it up.I was a picture dated 2012. All of us had put our hand prints on it with different colours as a keepsake. I still feel if he's alive everywhere I look I see something to do with him.
I was currently hitting a punching bag trying to get my anger away.Usually this would be working by now but it wasn't. I just wish I could go back in time. Is that so wrong?
Lately I have been feeling less like myself. I feel like my life is being slowly being teared apart and it needs to be brought back together again. It is as if I am on a ride that is spiralling out of control and it is going to take me to me death before I can stop it.