When it happened, I was just sitting on my chair. You walked in. I looked up at you and you were different. You were stoned. Your eyes, they weren't full of life like they used to be, they were small, little slits, and they were red. I ran out of the room, crying. I screamed "why did you do this!" you said nothing.You came to my door and knocked. Tears were flowing down my face. He said "Why are you yelling at me? it's just fun to get high" I then said "Ya, well it's not fun to the people who love you!!!YOU'RE THROWING YOUR LIFE AWAY!" I told you to get out of my room, you got out. You went out of the house, probably getting stoned again. The next day, the police called my house. My mom came into my room crying. I asked her"What?" she then said "It's your brother, He died..."
