I don't really cry alot, but Brandon was planning on leaving us. We'd all be left behind- the weak ones. Admittedly, I sobbed and begged him to stay.Not that it worked. I couldn't help but have a horrible feeling about everything that was happening. I decided to carry on sobbing upstairs; I was just making myself look stupid.
I gave Brandon a hug, and told him to take care. I was beginning to see him like a brother. Then I headed to my room. I'd only just thrown myself on my bed and started crying again when I heard a knock at my door. "Who is it?" I called out, hoping that they would either just leave me alone or cheer me up. A lot. I needed it.