A Warrior Of Youth

Lissa’s POV

Gandhi said that whatever you do in life will be insignificant, but it’s very important that you do it.
I never knew what he meant until now.

I gazed out the window of the plane, watching the world under me. I really didn’t want to move. I wanted to escape the tragedy, but moving? We’re my parents that grief stricken that we have to move cities to be with the rest of our family? Didn’t they realise how hard it would be for me to start junior year at a new high school? I was popular. I was loved. If only my twin brother was. Maybe he’d be with us. Me and my twin couldn’t be more opposite. I was pretty and somewhat girly and him, well... He was hardcore. He was obsessed with music. When we started high school we drifted apart and I never really noticed. I became popular and he was a bit of a loner. People didn’t believe we we’re twins. The only things we had in common was our ash blonde hair and blue grey eyes. We looked like twins, but that was as far as it went.
I wish I paid more attention to him. Maybe I could have stopped him.

Moving from the outskirts of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania to Cincinnati, Ohio, was going to be hell. Small towns are so much harder to fit in to since everyone is in each others pockets. Why? Why fucking Ohio?! Everyone knows nothing good comes out of Ohio! I can’t till I graduate. I’ll move away from Ohio to LA or New York or something!
I wish Benji was here. We may have been different, but we were twins. In these situations we could solve every problem.
My thoughts trailed off when the speed of the plane changed and we hit the tar mat. Great. We were officially in Ohio.
“Melissa, get up. Come on. Staying on this plane won’t bring you back to Philly” my mum said, shaking my arm.
I groaned and grabbed my bag from under the seat.
Why Benji? Why did you leave me?!

My parents had bought a small house that would now be our home. I was never going to call it home. Home was in Philly. With my friends. Not here, with ‘family’ that I have never met before.
I slowly started to unpack my room, pulling out every item with care, like it was made of glass. It all reminded me of Philly. I sighed as I looked through all photos of me with my friends. They would forget about me. People who move away never stay in touch. They would find another blonde to replace me.
I came across a picture of me and my brother on our 17th birthday only two months ago. So much had changed. Looking at the picture now I could see it. I could see everything that was wrong with him. He looked frail standing next to me. His skinny jeans not clinging to him like they normally did. And the way he wore stacked bracelets. I knew before, but I never knew it was that bad. I wish he would have talked to me; maybe I could have changed his mind. Maybe I could have prevented this from happening. He may have ended his life, but he ruined mine.

Notes

Hey guys!
New story! I hope you like it. Its different to my other ones and I hope the idea that I came up with. I'm hoping you dont think its typical. I will definitely be adding my own spin on it. But read on and find out.
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love always Tina xoxo