Chapter 32

My stomach sank. Not that his opinion was worth anything. Not that I cared if he believed or not that I just felt terrible that everyone rubbed the mourning in my face. That everyone kept remembering that my brother deserved to be there. I agreed, but I couldn't help but feel excluded. He was dead, but I wasn't. I was still there. I would never go back to that school either. I also went through traumatic moments. The least they could have done was to ignore the celebration. It was to make a memorial, anything less morbid, anything that didn't make me anxious and strange. But, unfortunately, they did that kind of thing. They exposed my brother on a big screen and said things as if they really knew what was going on in his head. Nobody knew. Maybe not even him.

"I'm not embittered," I replied in a weak voice. Alexa was no longer paying attention to me, she had turned to see the screen and was celebrating with the others. In the distance, I could hea