I thought long and hard about it last night since I couldn't sleep, and while my original explanation was just going to be family problems as to why I disappeared, I thought you guys deserved a real explanation as to what happened.
This chapter is dedicated to:
JayJayNunn9
DesReadsAndWrites
where_the_fun_begins
Adri-Pearl
Cheshire_SK
gladergirl537
HoeforStark
LiminalAreas
Loki_for_President
Nasuada16
Pada-douche-ass-kles
raven121_u
Rya-tan
That1Green-Guy_Elfo
I hope you guys don't hate me.

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na

I miss you, miss you so bad

I don't forget you, oh, it's so sad

I hope you can hear me

I remember it clearly

I remember it like it was yesterday.

It was summer, September 17th I think, when my mother got the most awful call, my grandpa had died from an alcohol overdose.

It wasn't like he was an alcoholic, he was far from it, but he had won something or another and went out to the bar where his friends encouraged him to drink too much, I'll never forgive him for that.

I remember I was drawing a flower while my twin brother was practicing a new song on the drums in his room when my mother entered in tears.

She had explained what happened, and needless to say our family wasn't the same.

My therapist was already worried me and my twin brother may slip into depression and the death of our close loved one did not help, but luckily no one in our family went that far.

We did isolate ourselves though.

My mother spent less time at her restaurant.

My father spent last time at his office

My older sister took less college classes and spent more time at our house than at her apartment

My older brother focused more on his studies and didn't pay attention to us

My twin brother focused on his music

I focused on my music as well as surfing

My younger sister didn't know what had happened, but seeing everyone else sad made her sad,

and my baby brother had no clue what was going on.

In me and my twins mind we only had each other, our other family members were so lost in grief we became more of a friend group than family.

We wrote so many songs, all about grief, and I became a better surfer, one of the only good things that came out of this.

Within a month we had become better, a family again, no more grief and we went back to our normal routines and smiling faces.

But that didn't last long.

December 23rd, my uncle had died in a plane crash.

My father had focused most of his time in helping his sister, my aunt, and her children get through these dark times.

We went back into our grief routine.

I remember crying in my room, wondering how my life turned to this, when my twin brother wrapped his arms around me and silently cried with me.

I had to be strong for my younger siblings, and my twin had to be strong for me, and it was tearing us apart.

No one in our family had been diagnosed with depression yet, just grief.

Christmas was not the same that year, my parents and older sister and her husband were in California, dealing with my aunt, so it left me, my older brother, and my twin to get presents for my younger sister and baby brother.

Not many people knew about the deaths so no one came for Christmas.

That leads me to February 2nd, my Abuelo's birthday, it was hard on us all, but all our friends and family members had showed up and given us the courage to go back to social media.

We're a happy family again.

And I hope it lasts.

(I hope that was a good explanation, and I really hope you guys don't hate me)