Why would you do this, Xavier? Everything you could have been, you never will be. And sure, mother never let you express your self and people teased you and your girlfriend left you for the gorgeous jock that you detested. But you had me.
And sure, I'm just that annoying little sister, but you had me. There's no excuses for what you've done, no matter how bad it got or how bad life seemed. You and I used to build forts with blankets and pillows. You and I used to eat Captain Crunch together while watching Scooby Doo on the television. You shared everything with me, because we were so close in age. You at seventeen, me at fifteen. Luca was too young to understand TV or forts when we were into that kind of thing. By the time you ditched me for comic books and sports, I was in fourth grade and you left me in the dust ever since.
Mother noticed you changing. Your clothes were first. After you were rejected from the football team, you wore skinny jeans that sagged (how contradictory) and were held up by checkered belts. Your plaid button-ups were tossed out for Never Shout Never tees and Monster hoodies. You coloured your nails black with Sharpie marker and changed your Facebook picture.
When you dyed you hair, it was mother that wanted to kill you. You had sandy blond locks that were so shiny like the sun. And then you went and dyed it black. It swooped in your face and every five seconds you did that annoying-Justin-Bieber-esque hair flip. When you got your new girlfriend, Sky, mom was thrilled. Until she learned that Sky had a lip piercing and wore thick black eye-liner.
Personally, I didn't mind your change. You were being you. But it was weird to see my brother become so different. It almost made me nervous, for some reason.
I'm ticked off at you, Xavier. How could you be stupid enough to do this? How could you be stupid enough to let me find you like that? Your eyes were closed. Your hair was matted with red. And for a second, I didn't believe it. I didn't believe that you were dead. I didn't believe that you'd killed yourself.
But you did. Dad's gun wasn't hidden well enough. And when you found it, the madness of your life pooled together. And I heard the noise the gun made and I ran to it and saw you. I hated you for making me see you like that.
I miss you, Xavier. You're gone and it's just me, mother, dad, and Luca now. I'm mad at you for leaving me. Because I was always here for you and you lost me in a jumble of change. But I'll miss you, because you're my brother and I love you.
