I cant remember which day exactly this was, but i know it was a really warm day in July. We had just finished school, at 12, and me, Mike, and one of my other friends were going around my town for the rest of the day.

We were down By Mikes house, In a little wood, messing around, when my dad phoned telling me to come home. Mike walked me home, making sure I was Ok. When I got in, dad said that mum was in bed, ill.

It wasnt till later i found out why. I couldnt sleep, so when downstairs when i heard them talking.

Long story short- That day, they had had a hearing (inquest? i dont know the word for it) About the way my brother had died. And two 'witnesses' didnt turn up. the two people who had found my brother.

Alarm bells much?

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Not many of my friends actually know the truth about this. Oh, most of them read it in the paper when it happened, but none made the connection.
But i cant live my life not talking to anyone. I have to get it out, to put it down so i can understand it.
This is me, writing about something that happened when i was 12.

It is mature because i know that some of the things i will say may upset younger people. But i have to talk...

updated Jan 20 by Immzie