This is the first time I've ever wrote a diary. Anyway, I'm worried about Steve, and I need to figure out how to help him. He's taking his brother's death hard. Not that I blame him. Not only did he slam his fists on the kitchen table tonight, but he also had a night terror.
"Alex!" Steve screamed.
I gave Steve a hug, and I assured him it was just a night terror.
"I can't deal with this," Steve said, crying perfusly. "How the fuck am I going to get passed this? My own brother was murdered just for being trans, and people are celebrating this serial killer. I guess it's true what to say. Only the good die young! Alex created a cryptocurrency, and now... and now."
Watching Steve have an anxiety attack over Alex's death broke my heart. I give Steve another hug and we both ended up crying.
"Alex didn't deserve this," Steve said.
"I know," I said. "I'm gonna help you find your brother's killer."
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