What the hell was I doing here? I kept saying to myself, I could hear the sound of a thousand tears coming from the paintings in the walls but the clock was ticking so loud I didn’t hear it for long. There were newspaper articles about a young sports star on the wall, I got up and read them. He had rugby ball in his hand. I carried on reading and to my surprise it was Mr Turner himself. It said he had played for sale sharks, but there the best team in England. I carried on reading till the last article. It read “Super Centre Hits Rock Bottom”. As I carried on, it became apparent that he had taken steroids and was banned from the game. Turner and steroids, it couldn’t be true, but the writing was literally on the wall. I couldn’t dispute the fact.
I heard footsteps coming from the hall so I quickly leaped into the seat. As he entered I realised that my entire view of him had changed. How could anyone be more hypocritical? Last year I was nearly expelled for taking body building steroids, yet he had taken them himself. He walked in and sat down next to me. I talked to him like usual but I still couldn’t believe it. I was dying to ask why.
He started to talk but I wasn’t listening, I felt like asking him, “Why do it?” He must have been proud of it. He has an article on the wall. His fame and wealth all stored in a single wooden frame. He was still talking and I was just about to ask him why when he said “It’s about your brother.”
It got my attention, why was his voice so soft when he said that? “Your brother was in an accident”. As his voice became softer, I could hardly hear him; the pigeons from outside made a louder noise. “Your brother has passed away.” For the first time in my life I was speechless. I wanted to know how but my voice had gone. The room started to blur and Turner was getting further away. He passed me a box of tissues.
How the hell were tissues going to help? My whole life I had never cried, even when, my dad died, I was strong for my mum, but today my eyes had tears rushing
Getting blamed to them, my body felt light, what use are tissues my brothers gone .I finally knocked up the necessary energy to ask him how did it happen? He replied very slowly he was at the sports field and he OD’d on crack. My upset went, I was angry with myself no-one else. It was my entire fault; I was the one that got him hooked on that crap.
I felt something inside die. My soul had dies along with my brother. I had never felt worse in my life. My head was banging and the clicking from the clock was getting louder and louder. I felt like my head was going to explode.
