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He Tried
My brother was the greatest sibling I could have ever
had. He was so amazing and very funny with of his weird habits
that I loved. He was the sweetest guy ever, never missing a chance
to hold a door open for someone. I loved him so much.
One day he was walking down the street, coming home,
when he saw a girl getting dragged into a man’s car. She was
kicking and trying her best to scream but the man’s firm grasp on
her mouth stopped that. My brother ran to try to save the girl and
prevent this from happening. “Always do the right thing,” he would
always say that to me but how can I when trying to help cost him
his life? He didn’t see the man roll down the window. He didn’t see
him pull the trigger. But what my brother did see was a hole right
through his chest. He didn’t die in an instant, he died a slow, painful
death.
I mourned his death for years and have never gotten
over it and probably never will. Thinking back, he was always the
best to do everything with. Halloween's aren't the same any more, I
can't enjoy them. On Halloween he only ever ate Twix. He went to
every house and if there was a bucket of candy he would pick out
all of the Twix's. He loved how all of the layers meant something to
him. The chocolate part on the outside dissolves over time like us.
We melt too. We are always firm and sometimes hold up a wall, but
we have to eventually dissolve and let someone in. Their outer shell
melts and you can see what’s on the inside. The caramel is the
gooey side of you. The soft side of you. The wafer is for those times
that hurt the most. When you have to do something but know you
can't. When you try to stay strong but you know the pain will get
worse when it finally comes out. When you realize you have to
break down that barrier and let yourself go. When you have to let
out every emotion, every tear, and every word. But, when you know
you have to be strong and you can’t, that’s the hardest part.
My brother died 6 years ago, died trying to save a girl
from getting kidnapped. She
=survived but he didn’t.
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