I really shouldn’t mention how he looked, but I’ll give you a hint: think large, red, black, and swollen. And wrinkly. Not that it was normal for him, or anybody, I guess. Lily made him talk to me, yet she didn’t talk to him other that. I suppose that really hurt.
A few weeks later, they say that he’s gone. I think he didn’t want to see us in unhappiness because of him. He is so sweet, and so wrong. He knew I’d be happier with an injured friend than a dead friend. I went to the funeral, but I didn’t talk to anybode, and nobody acknowledged me, either. Guess I didn’t look so great.   .   .
His family were really snobby(other than Lily), and they didn’t shed a tear(other than Lily). All I wanted was a hug, or some thing comforting, but all I got were cold, hard stares. My parents were in Hawaii, I couldn’t, and still can’t believe how unlucky I was.
I wasn’t mourning, really, but I stayed in my home, and Lily brought me food, so I wouldn’t starve. That was my period of aloneness. I felt like I was worth nothing.   .   . This was not what I wanted.
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I didn’t really know what happened next, and I guess I said something like what had happened? to you? and then she said that it was her brother. She hung up after I froze and dropped the phone. A few days later, she emailed me. And I was so shocked, as in, if I was still holding my glass of milk, it would be a huge mess to clean up.
the email:
Dear Genevieve,

I have lots to tell you. My brother has joined the army-he told me not to tell you. He was injured while training, and we thought hiking will do him some good. It was fun for him while it lasted, until some of those alley people came and threatened him. Obviously he tried to stay out of it, but the dude just wouldn’t go down without a fight. I saw. I couldn’t do a thing, until a person called some police.   .   .

I’m sorry.-Liliana

I wanted to go over to her apartment, and ask her if he was alive. Both times she avoided saying so. I was getting impatient. So I drove over(too dreary to walk) and it appeared as she expected me. C’min she said groggily. Before I could ask her, she drove me to the hospital. We arrived at a very quiet hallway, and she took me in to the leftmost last room. And there he was. Right. In. Front. Of. Me. What a state he was in!!
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My name is Genevieve, and I currently live in a world of black, white, and blood-red. I have wished to be alone, but now I want to tell my story.
It happened, say, about 3 or 4 years ago, I’m not so sure. That was when there was a billion gangs roaming the empty and dark alleys of the small, crowded town I live in. My boyfriend was out on a hike with his friends, but they went home immediately, while he went to a shop to buy some food. And you probably guessed what will happen next.   .   .   .

I was reading a really emotional book, and Lily, my boyfriend’s older sister called. She kept breathing really hard and saying something that sounded like I’m so so so sorry.   .   .

That was when I knew he was gone.
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Like the time he stayed home and all he did is taking a nap or in cyberspace (the computer).

And my dad always do stuff in cyberspace and naps!