Personal Narrative: Why I Killed At My Brother

I remember being angry and annoyed at my brother. When I was first told James was moving to Canada I wasn't necessarily bothered, mainly because I never believed he would actually go through with it.
It wasn't until we reached the departure lounge that I realised I wasnt annoyed or angry, but overcome with sadness; he was actually going through with it. I hugged him so tightly and I didn't want to let him go. The tears streamed down my face as he walked away and never looked back. I rememeber feeling empty and alone. I wish that I had enjoyed the short amount of time I had left with him but instead I tried to mske him believe that I felt nothing towards him but hate.
When I think about it now, I don't blame him for leaving. His life was filled with nothing but tragedy and he wanted to escape to a better life. But I was hurt. I couldn't imagine not having him in my life and I couldn't understand that he would leave me and our family. Trustworthy is always a word that comes to mind when I think of my brother. I trusted him with everything and he was always the person I turned to when I had a problem. Now, without him, I have no

I felt as though his girlfriend was more important to him than his own flesh and blood, I think this is why I 'hated' her. My hatred for her grew when she ripped my brothers' heart from his chest (at least that's how he described the affliction). With the touch of a button she ruined everything for him. A new start, a new life with the person that he loved so dearly is all he really wanted, but Alyssa's cold feet changed that. My brother's heart was shattered but he couldn't let her ruin his amazing oppurtunity to start fresh and pick himself up again. I felt betrayed, abandoned even, and so exeptionally angry that I didn't even want to look at him. He was going to have this spectacular, amazing life on the other side of the world and he was leaving me thousands of miles