Unforgiven Past

Chapter Twelve

Harry was rushed into the operating theatre, but nothing could be done. The bullet hit a main artery in his chest, and his little body had no hope of surviving it.

Mum was a mess, she was inconsolable, she had massive guilt for letting him into our lives from the start. But even more because she took him back a second time.

Even Ben was struggling. Ben blamed himself for not being able to stop it from happening. He felt guilt for beating Cameron up the first timing as well, evem tbough he eas defending my Mum

Then there was me, I blamed myself too. If I had spoken to Mum about all the random things that had been happening around the house, and the sounds I heard in the roof, maybe she would of realised that it was Cam. Or what if I didn't follow Mum and Ben into the kitchen that night. Surely Cameron would of grabbed me instead of Harry. He hated my guts, not Harry's.

We were all riddled with guilt, even though it wasn’t our fault. We never killed Harry- Cam did. Cameron White was the one who brung the loaded gun into our house. Cameron was the one who put that gun into Harry’s ribs. His the one who pulled the trigger.

Everything was a blur, nothing felt real anymore. It was like I was stuck in a horrible dream, and I couldn’t wake up. We weren’t allowed to go back to the house until the Forensic people had been. But even after they had finished, we never wanted to go back there.

The thought of going back there made me taste vomit in the back of my throat. My little brother died in that house, on our lounge room floor. Im the big brother, it was my job to protect him, and I couldn’t. I felt like a failure.

I couldnt help but think about Harry's little body laying on the lounge room floor with blood pooled around him. I had Nightmares over it. I would wake up in the cold sweats breathless and crying. It was so real.

Mum must of felt the same way, she refused to go back there too. So we went and stayed at Ben’s house. Ben paid some his workers to pack up our house for us, and he put it in storage. I wondered what his workers felt when they walked in there and seen blood soaked into the carpet. Did they know it was my little brothers? Did they know how perfect and loving he was? I felt bad that they had to get dragged into it.

Ben’s house was nice, I had never been there before. He had a big in-ground pool and a big screen television mounted on his wall. He had all the new electronics, and gaming consoles. It made me wonder why the hell he come over to our house all the time, it was boring at our place. Suddenly i thought to myself "Harry would love it here" and then I cried, because Harry would never get to see it.

Ben was so good to me and Mum, some days he would take me to work with him, to get me out of the house and keep me busy. He liked showing me the tricks of his trade. He took pride in his work, and looked at it like art. All the concrete stenciling he done was his art.

We made joke, we laughed, we would talk about Harry, we would cry. But being around Ben made daily life easier for me. It kept me going.

I didn’t see Mum much, she spent her days in a bed, crying. I didn't want to annoy her, she needed some time alone. Ben would check in her all the time, and if it wasn’t for Ben, I think she would have been lost in her own guilt.

She would forget to eat, and drink. I was so glad Ben was there, he kept Mum fed and he looked after her. He would always ask how I was going, and let me know that he was there for me if I ever needed to talk, and I would, I liked talking to Ben

Harry’s funeral was a rough day to deal with, it was really hard. We all cried till there was no tears left. Staring at his little coffin will forever be etched in my memories. After the service, we all went outside and let blue balloons go into the sky and said our goodbyes. Blue was Harry’s favourite colour. It was a beautiful way to say farewell to such an amazing boy who I was proud to call my little brother.

The local news crew made an appearance at the funeral. Cameron had made the local news paper for what he had done. People were calling him a ‘kid killer’- the whole town hate him.

Cameron White was charged with Murder, and remained in a “Psychiatric Care Unit” awaiting the trial. Apparently he was under an illicit substance the night it happened, and he was trying to use this as his main defence for the court case. Claiming he couldn’t remember everything, and that the drugs had made him do it.

-Drug induced Psychosis, was the excuse he was using, and our lawyer warned us there was a chance Cameron would never do a day in jail. If the courts believed his bullshit.

They believed it! They believe his lies! The Judge ordered Cameron to serve Eight years in the Psychiatric Care Unit. Mum screamed and then fainted when the judge read the sentence. He killed Harry and got Eight years! Eight years of having a roof over your head, three meals a day, warm showers and medical help. What a joke! We had to SUFFER our whole life time, and he would be free in Eight years. Our legal systems pathetic.