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He Tried

January 7, 2016
By hashtagmarshmallow SILVER, Brooklyn, New York
hashtagmarshmallow SILVER, Brooklyn, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Mistakes are pinful when they happen, but years later a collection of mistakes is what is called experience"


               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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