Donnie and you were siblings. You were the closest to him at that. However, today it all came to a tragic end. A plane engine had fallen on your family’s house. Everyone lived, except for Donnie.

You and your family stood outside your wrecked house. Elizabeth was crying, eyeliner streaking down her face. While Samantha clung to your father also crying. Meanwhile, your mother had done something unusual for herself, smoke a cigarette. It was cope obviously. You, well you were crying your heart out as the whole family saw it. Some people came out of the house, with a cart. It had a cloth over it, in it, Donnie’s body.