Brandon's Story

I grew up in a normal household. As normal as what society says it should be.

Having two working-class parents, with two children, having a house, with an okay car. We knew all the neighbors and we're known to be the 'picture-perfect family in this whole town. I did have an older sister, we were close when we were younger, but not as often as she got out of this rutted town. But my parents constantly fight without reason, more now than ever.

Divorce is heartbreaking.

It was something that I knew would happen, but for some reason never thought that it would ever actually happen.

It was like wanting to clean an old closet but never finding, or rather never making time to do the task.

But I'd rather that, than my mom getting hurt again.

My mother was a successful lawyer and so was my father. The two's arguments were filled with catastrophic and detailed encounters of what they believed in. Which was the cause of those late nights where I had a test, and almost crashed on the desk due to lack of sleep.

Things started looking up since I met them. I was barely 4 when they crashed into what is now my life.

Though we all came from different walks of life, we all came together like a missing puzzle piece.

They were my best friends until we all just stopped talking.

I went to New York for one week and when I came back... everyone just stopped talking.

It's a pity because they made me a better me.

They gave me strength in myself and my talent.

They glued together my life, and I fixed theirs.

We were unstoppable.