To my reviewers, to make up for the last chapter, I have decided to give you all a, "Still Suffering," treat. Here is a poem, written by my little sister. It is unbelievably good, and I am very grateful to her for supporting this story as much as she has. So, I hope you'll leave a review on what you thought about it, so that I can pass them on to her.
Apples fall down from the tree,
And it looked right at me.
I miss the cold days I used to run,
Now I can't have any fun.
You took me away from my loving mom and dad,
And that which, makes me sad.
I didn't realize how much I loved my little Steve,
But all of the rest gave up on me.
Every night I put a knife,
Up to my throat to end my life.
But then I remembered your sad little face,
And that slows down my suicide pace.
And I know you love me so,
But the chances of seeing me is 100 to low.
But I still think of you, and that blue little car,
It makes me think that you're not so far.
I must go now, because I hear,
Dominic's footsteps coming near,
This is your brother Ryan,
I lived another day.
Wanting to see your face,
And I'm not lying.
I love you little brother.
Polly- Wow, that's so good. How did she come up with it.
Me- Well, she said she just started it out as a regular peom, but after the second line, decided it would be about Ryan.
Max- Why didn't you think of it?
Me- Because I'm too busy defending this story from the people who are trying to buy it from me!
Ben- Did he actually stick a knife to his throat everynight?
Me- Not, but that wasn't the point.
Ben- Ah, I see.
Me- Okay, hope you all enjoyed the poem. Please let my sister know what you thought. And please don't be harsh!