...how I'm feeling right now.
Well, me and my parents were on holiday in London for last week, and we were due to come back yesterday, but at around 6 in the morning there was a knock on the hotel room door. It was the police, and they had some bad news.
My brother had been involved in a horrific car crash on the Friday night. He died instantly at the scene.
There's no words to describe how I felt when I heard those words. It felt as though someone had driven a sledge hammer into my gut, and the look on my mam's face was just heart breaking. We got the first train home that day, and since then it's been an almighty mess. Family have come and gone, we've talked to the police...but it still feels as though this is just a horrible dream and my brother's going to walk through the front door in one piece. But he's not going to, not ever.
The story's even in the local papers, but they haven't released any names yet while the police make an enquiry. Whenever I read it says 'a man died on the scene', I feel so angry. It wasn't a random 'man', it was my brother.
He may have been a pain in the backside half the time, but I still loved him. He wasn't just my brother, he was my best friend. No matter how many stupid things I did, he was always there to help me out.
Those of you who've lost a loved one, I know how you felt now. And I wish I never feel the same way again in my life.