October 16, 2014
It had happened. He had snapped, his mind plunged deep into psychosis. Kenneth Cole Yeager no longer knew who he was and that is when reality struck me with the conclusion that I was losing my big brother. The person that he was drifting away into the darkest depths of his psyche. Our mom, her son. Our aunt, her nephew. Our grandma, her grandson...gone.
A phone call, our mother's sobbing, and the search that was the beginning phases of what felt like a cruel sadistic joke that seemed to plunge my family into a never hell, soon began.
Losing someone in death is painful because once someone dieseverything is said and done leaving them to become just another distant memory. Bad memories unfixed and completed and good ones praying to hold onto. Losing someone in life...is numbing. You can still see that person, hear their voice, and if you're lucky, feel their touch. Then you look into their eyes realize that there is stranger staring back. The person you knew is gone, lost inside themselves leaving behind a shell of the person you once knew.
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Losing You
Short StoryPreface How are you? I'm fine and you. "I'm fine" that was what you should always say when asked how are you. That's the common courtesy we were taught as children. No stranger really cared or wanted to know about your well-being. They didn't care t...
