Gavin
Past
As I stand with my mother and father next to my brother's grave I can't help but feel the anger that continues to course through my body. I look at the tears of our family members, the tears of some of the people that Michael called friends. Some f.ucking friends they were, getting him hooked on drugs then leaving him to deal with the fallout alone while they continued on like normal, because the drugs didn't destroy their lives. But most of all, I'm pissed off at Michael, I'm so f.ucking mad that he wouldn't listen to me, that he gave everything up for the next high. I hate that he never told me about his girlfriend, I hate that he let something so insignificant ruin his life. Although, I guess it wasn't insignificant to him, it was the straw that broke the camel's back, but
