William Adams

My brother was stabbed with a knife. Now he's dead. He lost his life. His body was found on Monday night. He didn't have a chance to fight. He had just turned twenty-two. Now that he's gone, I dont know what to do. He graduated at sixteen. He was the youngest grad that was ever seen. He really loved to play the guitar. He was better that anyone else by far. He could be a real jerk, but never to me. To me he was the best brother that he could be. I know I'm going to see him again, when he comes down to lead me to heaven. His murderer was found. He confessed. He's in prison. My brothers' soul's at rest.

by catgirl
posted on 04/24/2008