A Skewed View: A bond that can't be broken

In turn, this made the beginning of our courtship quite rocky. How dare she tell me I can’t go see my favorite band! I worked my tail off to earn the time. She has no right, blah, blah, blah. It was that weird age, 24 to 25, when you aren’t quite a full-fledged adult, but you’re clearly not still a child.

It was a struggle between my youth and my future. But then Feb. 11, 2011, occurred, a day that will never be erased from my memory. My younger brother, a person I admire more than anyone, nearly lost his life in an accident. He was in a coma for nearly three months and we didn’t know if he was going to survive. Showing his extreme toughness, Scott woke up and is currently working his way back to health, learning how to walk and talk, how to change his shirt — the things we all take for granted.

I didn’t realize it until recently, but I was desensitized by everything. I had to leave my job for a week to be with my family, who was still in shock. I cried. I laughed. I flipped out. I thought it was my fault this happened. There was nothing constant in my life anymore.

Except for Holley.

She was my shoulder to cry on, my ear to scream in, my person to blame. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I had grown into a basket case, with any little thing just waiting to set me off. And because we were so close, living together, Holley was the person who bared the brunt of my behavior.

And never once did she flinch. Even when I was at my worst, she was there to help pick me up and try to put me back together, even when I fought it with every bit of strength I had left.

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