Hello everyone. Excuse my poor english.
The one writing is not my brother, whose account this used to belong to, but his younger sister, whom he had adopted. I'm not sure if he had ever mentioned it here, but we had a difficult home life, and the moment he legally was able too, he got me out of this hell of a house.
My father never accepted our homosexuality, and was crazy about it. A few days ago, he did the unthinkable and ran over my brother after he stood up to me for me. He fell in a short coma, but he later died in the early morning following.
I am beyond devastated. I am 16, and I still don't know what I'm going to do. For now, my brother's boyfriend is letting me live with him, but we're not sure if I'll legally need to go back to my mother since my brother was my legal tutor, but not his boyfriend. My father is in jail, and we're waiting for his trial. I hope this rotten man ends up in prison and then in Hell. He took my brother away from me. We didn't have the same father, but we were like twins. I look like him, think like him, and we shared everything from clothes to interests, absolutely everything. Half of my soul has been torn away from me in the most brutal way possible, and I don't know if I'll ever get it back. I want him back. I need him. I can't understand how such a kind, pure and good person could ever exist and now belongs only to memories.
I know he didn't really interact with anyone here, and didn't have any real moots, but I still wanted to post this. I got all of his accounts, and I don't know what to do with them yet. Maybe I'll keep using them in his memory. We posted the same things after all, so the content won't really differ from what he used to post.
Cherish your loved ones, whoever read this. Life is cruel.

















