*You were Johnny younger sister. You usually hung out with him and Pony, they were your best friends. You were out of town when he died in the church fire, when you did come back it was a month after. Because of your abusive parents you had no way to know when you came back.

You had looked everywhere he usually was you were worried you knew he had been jumped before. You finally thought to asked Pony. You raced over to his house and immediately rushed into his room.*

He looked up from his book, when he saw you he got a sick feeling in his stomach, he knew you didn’t know. He had just stared to get over one of his best friends death and now he was supposed to tell you your bother died.

“Do you know where Johnny is I’ve looked everywhere,” you said while pacing around the room. He got up and went over to you. It took all he had to finally muster the words “He died in a church fire.” It felt like a punch to the gut when he saw your eyes start tearing up.

He pulled you into a hug. “I’m sorry I’m so sorry I tried to get to him.” He says while staring to tear up himself.