One that doesn’t exist anymore. “My brother isn’t normal. Stay away from him, Gwen. Okay?” As if a bucket of ice is dropped on me I cry out and scramble away, Nathan instantly releases me; not that he had a chance to grip me as my action was rather sudden. I sit on the floor looking at his flushed face and wild brown eyes. They come to me and his hand reaches out. “No,” I say, my head shaking back and forth frantically. He sits back, his legs bent in front of him, his hands resting on the curves of his knees. We both stare at each other for a long while. What just happened? I daren’t ask him why he’s doing this, mostly because I’m afraid of the answer. “Gwen,” he says calmly and stands slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. Placing his hand in the air he waits for me to take it. I don’t, I daren’t risk it right now. I’m aching in places I shouldn’t, so I don’t trust my body. “Here,” I lower my eyes and rush into my closet, hiding under a few folded bed sheets is the journal I bought for him.
