Reality's a bitch. I'm way to familiar with this. A month ago my brother was purposely shot by my own father. Simon Corden. The worst part was he died right there in front of me. In my own house.
My father was chased down by the police in a car chase and was sentenced to life in prison. Josh and I were getting ready for Simon's funeral.
"I'm so sorry," he groaned, sitting at my desk. "I just don't know how I'm gonna go to school on Monday..." I said, looking at the ceiling from my bed. "You're gonna come with me and I'll help you every step of the way," He said walking over to me. He laid down at the foot of the bed, staring with me.

"I miss him... so so much," I said, tearing up. "I can't imagine. What is wrong with your father? I wish they would've executed him, even in that secure prison, he's still a danger to your brain." Josh growled.
Ricky busted in. "C-come on, we have to, um- leave..." Ricky said quietly. I sat up and grabbed the rose off my desk. It was a fake rose Simon gave to me when I was 9. He told me it represented my fragile beauty.
Ricky and Bobbi were heading down the stairs when me and Josh joined them. I found my mom quietly crying. "Come on... I know it's hard, but c'mon..." I said as she joined us.

We drove off in our small van down to the church, where we were holding the funeral. I had made a speech and remembered it in my heart to tell on stage.
I hugged Josh half way there and he hugged back. The entire car was silent the way there. With short sniffles here and there.
Our grandparents saw us get out and came and hugged us. "We're so sorry. We never liked Robert." My grandma cried. "I should've known why." My mom said, quietly.

We all walked in, talking and grieving over Simon's death but we quieted down as we entered and silently split up. Bobbi and mom stayed together though.
Josh and I sat on a bench in the middle, since Josh wasn't related he couldn't sit in the front with my family. So I sat with him.

"Welcome to Simon Corden's funeral, he will be remembered, and loved as well," The priest called over my family and we all stood up, I felt bad for leaving Josh there.
After my family told their speeches I got to have mine, but my mom would have to stand next to me, "Well, I loved my brother, and thinking I could've saved him... but I know I couldn't. I was never good at that kind of thing."
"Well, I prepared a song for you to listen to... It's not exactly what I had in mind, but it fits well enough..."

After the funeral we ended up back at the house doing nothing but talking in the living room, and Josh rode home on his bike.
We had Simon's favorite meal, sushi. Bobbi didn't like sushi so he had some salmon, it would smell like fish tomorrow. I went up to my room and played Fallout from my bed. It was pretty fun, especially seeing "my" super old son.
But what was sad was when he died and I took over the Institute. I eventually got over it as I did with my husband when they shot him.

I played on, fighting creatures, leveling up, and holding Institute meetings. Just kidding, you can't do that last part. Soon enough we had to go to sleep.
I crawled in bed and slowly fell asleep listening to music that I enjoyed.

Monday 8:00 A.M. Nov. 14th

I was awaken by the noise of my loud annoying alarm clock, also known as my brothers. Their loud footsteps, bowls hitting, and various other stupid noises, I eventually crawled out of bed, exhausted.
I grab a bowl and have some Raisin Bran cereal. Afterwards I went and had a shower, then getting dressed.
I did other morning things and got ready to go meet up with Josh. He sat on the corner waiting for me, silently. "Let's go!" I said, energetically.

Wednesday 11:32 P.M. Nov. 16th
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