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"He is... What?" He says.
"I am so sorry, Sam." I brush my fingers between my chin- length hair. "What did you know about your brother? Was he... Overprotective? Smart? Looking for revenge?" I ask.
He pauses for a minute. "Well... He actually was every one of them. Except... Smart. He was a genius." He stops, and then breaks down. "God... How did this happen? I told him not to go after Amanda." His sobs echo through the hospital halls and everyone gives him pitiful looks.
His cries fade and leave their place for silent sobs. "I- I found this note in his apartment this morning, after he didn't return or pick up my calls." He handed me a note.
It was like he had written it years and years before it was actually discovered.
I think that the world needs more positive people. Not rapists or abusive people. No, we need optimists. Not people who try to show women or men that they are more powerful, by assaulting them.
There are 5 acts of happiness.
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Happiness number one:
I packed my clothes, to get out of this hospital, finally, after being held here for weeks and weeks.
Joy
The doors were opened by me, and the cold wind greeted me, saying, welcome back.
Joy is a feeling, mostly seen after a joyful or awesome thing happens to the person who feels it.
I grab Melinda by the arm and lead her to a taxi waiting for us. After years, I finally feel the joy rising in me. Melinda laughs at me. I look at her and see that she looks much more younger when she smiles. We get into the warm and comfortable car.
Shyness.
After I say goodbye to Melinda, and close the taxi door behind me, I feel free again, like the gum under my shoe had just fallen off.
Shyness is felt by the person, that probably has been complimented, looked at a very sympathetic way, or given something to.
A cute boy walks past me and after years I feel shyness rising in me.
Happiness
I open my apartment door, to find everything on the floor. I actually don't let myself get bothered by the mess.
Happiness is mostly a feeling the person feels, after something great happened to him or her. Maybe seeing someone he or she loved return after a long, long time.
I feel happy, that I am finally home and don't need to be worried about anyone stalking me.
Sex
I remember, how he told me we would have the best sex ever, two years earlier, as I realized someone had broken into my apartment. But rape wasn't sex. I had sex with Nate, not with Sam. I know that I shouldn't have had sex with Nate, but I loved him.
Sex is the act, when two people love each other very much and they make love.
He didn't love me.
Rape.
I begin to get some shattered glass off of the floor and throw them in a bin. I bend over to collect the paper shattered on the ground and put them on the counter.
When a person is so desperate to have sex with another person, he or she forces him or her to forcefully have sex with him or her against his or her will.
I remember, how Sam, or to be specific, Captain Sam Reynolds' twin threw me around the house to calm me down.
I remember how he threw me onto the bed and pinned my wrists above my head.
I remember how he forcefully and without mercy, raped me for hours.
But I will be okay. I always am.
Amanda and Melinda got five times as much from the feelings listed above.