Lecherous Beast

I laid in bed, just realizing that this was my room. I could see my black clothes hung up in an open wardrobe, and my sunglasses sitting on a shelf. There was nothing special, but it wasn't the bed that made the place special, it was what happened in the bed that made it a great place.

Personally, sleeping was for the dead, my brother was a slacker, always staying up late, and sleeping half the day away. Then this all happened, and we both changed; his laziness and my ability to make light of everything were sucked away. The moment he got that email on our way to go see her, damn, this even still hurts now. 

Dave had never forgiven himself, no matter what we all tried to tell him. One hundred and thirty-six girls were murdered that day, and in truth, he was the only one that could have stopped it. That didn't matter, it still wasn't his fault, but no one put more time into creating a home for all of us to live, love, and play.