No matter how hard I search, I cannot find Brandon anywhere. I give up and shove into my room. I scream loud, hard and long into my deep black pillow. I feel the pillow becoming wet and warm as tears spill over my pale eyelids endlessly. I didn't know what was happening.
Why the hell are you crying? I asked myself. It's not because of Brandon.
Okay, maybe partially..
Beads of salty, warm water continue to stream down my face.