It’s been two long years, the ups of and the downs of those two years were nothing too different from any other person’s life...well maybe if you had double the amount of problems and only half the good times.

It was a long day at college for me, web design always did make things seem a lot longer, but I knew I’d be able to tough through it because my reward was waiting at home. As I came in through the front door i noticed that the lock wasn’t on and that the motorbike that was usually in the garage had gone, as I walked deeper into my house I saw that it had been trashed. There were picture frames littering the hall with the family pictures torn and crumpled on the floor, I sighed heavily and trudged upstairs to see what had happened to my room.

I went to open my door but it had been blocked from the other side. I hastily shoulder barged it open, seeing my room as it was when Ieft in the morning, I looked round to see the only picture I had of me, Eros and Kennie on my bed, I saw that Kennie’s face was ripped out of the picture. I stopped and instantly knew who had caused all this carnage, I paced in my room looking at the picture thinking,  “Why would he do this?... After all we've been through”, I sat on the edge of my bed and sunk my head into my hands and just sighed.

"Its never fucking simple.."