gemmy shorts

Hey… some chick told me to write more on my blog… I cant be bothered typing up a whole thing so I’m just like putting up a story I wrote for school at the start of the year… just so u no in advance its not true, but its pretty sad all the same… its called wave goodbye
 

My brother died when he was six. He had a terminal illness. Before he left,  he had a teddy bear, it had sky blue eyes and golden brown fur, and the most beautiful velveteen jacket, and a certain smirk on its face, almost as if it had a happy side, to every sad tale I had to tell.
 

I peered over the hospital bed, at my sick brother, his eyes were week and bloodshot. His skin was pale and dry. He handed me his teddy bear, struggling to speak, his last words were, look after him Gemma, as long as you have him, you will always be with me.  I was three years old. I didn’t know that he was leaving, I didn’t understand why. I grasped the bear, held onto it as though it really was my brother, I took the last look at my brother, I saw him smile, and then he closed his eyes. His smile weakened, as though he truly was dieing. I shook him violently. “Wake up Joshy wake up!!” “Not time for sleepy now wake up” I screamed at the top of my voice “wake up Josh it’s not funny” my mother walked in, saw me with tears dripping off my cheeks. She picked me up, with a tear in her eye, and mumbled, “Wave good bye to Joshy”
 

Now I am 15, an only child. At least I would be, but I still have my brother, I have him in the teddy. But yesterday, when I came home from school, I ran to my bed, to give the bear a  hug, because when I hugged the bear, I was really giving josh a hug. But it was gone. I fell to my knees, confused and traumatized, I felt a tear on my cheek. Its gone. Josh, is gone.