"Shayne" It was the first word I ever said. Ok, well maybe I did say "Shwane" But I was only 5 months old at the time, and besides, I knew what I meant. Shayne was my older brother, my best friend and sometimes, my worstest enemy. I loved him too bits and he loved me too. After every beating, he would open his arms for me and envolope me into one of his bear hugs. But then things happend. Shayne grew older. The beatings got worser. One day, I walked into Shaynes room to find it empty. EMPTY. Except for a small note on his desk, covered in Blood...
My eyes widend as I read the truth. I Had to get away...Todos os direitos reservados