(Author’s Note: This story is a continuation of Word Sixteen: Questioning)
“Whatever happened to my strength and love for life?” I thought to myself.
I put the bottle of pills down on my desk, and a photo caught my eye. A boy and a girl were pictured. The boy was standing in a suit and tie, smiling and looking at the camera. He had his arms around the girl, a blonde, who wore a dress, white tights, and Mary Janes. She had her arms around the boy, and was kissing his cheek.
I stared at that photo where joy and love were displayed. That girl was me, and that boy, my brother, Dean.
When Dean died, my world went gray.