[Story] When you lose your best friend.

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Heyo Freunde ^_^

Habe mal wieder was geschrieben, in einer Nacht und Nebel Aktion und wollte es euch nicht vor enthalten.
Ich weiß nicht wieso, aber es fällt mir derzeit unendlich viel leichter auf Englisch zu schreiben und denken, weshalb auch diese Kurzgeschichte auf Englisch ist. Die Fotos sind aus dem Netz gesucht, als interpretative Untermalung. Kommentare und Kritiken sind wie immer gerne gesehen :)

Life is a Bitch.

There's a lot of things they don't tell you, when you're young and seemingly innocent. Most of those things you find out sooner rather than later or you figure them out through trial and error or sometimes, yeah, sometimes you have to learn the really hard way.
You know all those cute baby pictures; First day in kindergarten, Pre-school, Losing the first teeth, the likes? We had those, plenty of them. William was a handsome baby that grew into an amazing kid, always protecting me, his big-little sister. I outgrew him in third class, he didn't mind, he had the confidence to still stand up to all those guys that pulled my hair and ignored the girls that called me names, even when they promised him all of their candy.
My whole world spun around him, everything was perfect.

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Until middle school we shared everything, up to the point that our parents got quite concerned. "Jill, you need your own friends, your own life. Those boys...aren't they too rough for you?" Truth be told, I was always the rough one, with the scraped knees and bruised elbows, while Will sat under the tree in the shadows and watched us, me. But because I was impressionable and I still believed my parents, I did as they bade and that's when I kind of lost touch. All of a sudden William wasn't allowed to sleep in my bed when we had a nightmare and on Sunday afternoons I spent time in the ice cream parlor while he was locked up in his room.

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I didn't notice the change until it was too late. It wasn't that obvious in the beginning either, William still had that special smile for me when I snuck in his room at the middle of the night and curled up next to him. I was so blind back then, because I liked to ignore what people said and thought, which was one of the reasons why I still slept with my twin brother in the same bed at the age of 16 years. Because fuck what society says, that's why. But the same attitude made me oblivious, made me overlook all the warning signs, now when I look back out was all there. He let go pretty much all of his friends, the once joyful, athletic William lost all interest in volleyball even though that's all he ever talked about for pretty much all his life, he slept all day and hardly ate anything at all. And then he snapped. It didn't start gradually, one day he simply looked at me, cold blue eyes staring straight through me and started yelling, he just snapped. "Jillian, sod off! Get out, now. OUT!"

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Life is a bitch and sometimes it fucks you over, real hard and it will hurt. But if you're lucky enough, it will be a short pain, a simple stab at your soul and slowly but surely it will heal. Every once in a while, it will however burry it's cold, painful claws into someones body and rip them apart, from the inside out. When I came home after spending the afternoon with a friend, I found William unconscious on our bathroom floor. There was vomit all around him and foam in front of his mouth, his heart was barely beating and there were tears everywhere. When we got to the hospital they tried to separate us but I held on to Wills hand for dear life, afraid if I'd let go, he'd simply slip away. It was a long, sleepless night and when a few hours after his admission our parents came in it was the first time I realized what had happened - and that I was to little to late.

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Doctors told me that night that the dose he took wouldn't kill him right away. It would slowly damage his liver then his kidneys and thus his body would poison itself and there was no way to stop it. Ever. Because the love of my life, my best friend, my big brother was ineligible for a donation because of his mental instability. That was five and a half months ago, he was doing really well in the last couple of days, he was on good pain medication and earlier on in his treatment on amazing anti-depressants, but lately he is rarely awake or aware of what is happening around him. Our parents couldn't bare watching him slowly dying, but I was there to hear his first heart beat and I am here to hear his last.

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