[I PROMISE I'M GONNA DRAW SOMETHING NEW I JUST MADE A DOODLE SIMILIAR TO THE LAST ONE FOR THIS ONE I'M SORRY Song - my tears ricochet by Taylor Swift (for anyone who didn't see my previous project)] I slowly broke my eyes away from the spot on my wall I'd been staring at for the past week. I was scared. Not just from the fact that Biscuit was gone, but the fact that if I had spiraled for just a second longer the other night, I could have k!ll3d mys3lf. Without him, I'm not in control of myself. Every part of my body is telling me that without him, I'm nothing. So if he's not here, I don't need to be either. But... deep down... a tiny, tiny little part of me is telling myself to keep going. Because it's what Biscuit would want. "R!" My tail stuck straight up into the air. It was 2AM. Who could be calling me at this time? "R!" I sat up and looked around. It sounded like B. "R!" I could feel myself starting to shake. "It's in your head, R... He's gone... He's gone..." I mumbled to myself, grabbing my shaky wrist. "R!" It felt like my heart stopped. I fell silent. "R!" I immediately jumped off my bed and ran out of my room, running down the hallway and past my parents room towards the stairs. My mom got up and saw me running downstairs. "R? Rosa, where are you going?" She asked. She sounded surprised to even see me, seeing as I haven't come out of my room since the day Biscuit.... Don't make me say it again. "R!" "He's alive! I know he's still alive!" I yelled, jumping off the bottom step with tears in my eyes. "I can hear him! He's calling me, mom! He's still alive!" I cried. "R, there's nobody there! It's in your head!" My mom called after me as I stumbled over myself trying to open the door. After turning the lock, I flung the door open and ran outside, jumping off the porch and out into the middle of the dimly lit street. And then I stopped hearing my name. My mom stopped and watched me from the door as I stood there, standing in the road, feeling like the entire world was coming crashing down on top of me. I didn't know what to do. I'm a mess without him. My mom watched me as I slowly sank to my knees, tears welling up in my eyes as I looked at my shaky hands, my tail curling around my chest, trying to trick myself into thinking B was there. Just hugging me. Telling me everything was going to be alright. He wasn't. I put my hands on the ground in front of me, tears streaming down my face. I hugged myself with my arms and just sat there. In the middle of the street. Crying my eyes out. ... I just want my little brother back.
