Trust Issues by Kiara Monroe
It was dark outside when I got the news about him. My friend, my sister, and I were outside when her mom called her inside. “Kiara, Kiya! Y'all cousin in the hospital! They said he got stabbed up” was what she said when she came back out. When she said that, my sister and I looked at her and laughed. We didn’t believe her. I didn’t believe her because she didn’t seem hurt or upset about it like we would’ve been. The rest of the night I felt off like something was wrong. Later on that night I was thinking about what I was told. Why would anyone want to hurt him? Nahh, she was lying, I thought. The next morning, on my way to camp, in the car with my sister and my mom. My sister and I didn’t ask any questions about it if it was true or not. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to know. He was like an older brother to me and it would hurt to know that he would be gone forever. When we were younger we would always play-fight with my other cousins and siblings. He would always be outside and bring something back to us whenever he came back. He treated me like a little sister. I have only sisters, no brothers, so why would I want to hear that the only brother figure I had was gone?
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