(Please do not post on this topic unless the WIP disapears, as I might have to make multiple posts to continue the story, so please follow this simple rule, thank you)
Hello, my name is Jeff, this is my story about my long lost brother. I was 15 and he was 8, he was always playing with his dolls, which... I use to always make fun of him for that. I regret every second that I did, why? He's dead... That's why, but that's only the beginning of it. (To be continued)