Pick Bunny’s Brainz

So trying to visit Milo was basically a disaster. I can’t speak, I look…well, I look like a scary zombie (see toons of myself), and I’m also forced to face the truth: I reek like death.

While I was waiting for Milo to fall asleep the other night, so I could sneak out, my mom (!) came in the room to check on him. And the first thing she says is, “Oh my god, it smells like a rat died in here.”

Which is so just like my mom, to start out with a criticism.

So she goes to open a window, and Milo blurts out, “Bunny is here, mama!”

And from under the bed I could see my mom just freeze in her Valentino pumps, then she turns around and says all quietly. “Milo, what did we say about talking about Bunny?”

“Ummm, that we don’t talk about Bunny?”

“That’s right. Bunny’s in heaven. And that means our lives are different now. We get to start all over again. And you can only start again when you let go of the past.”

Okay. I’ve been dead for like, three weeks, mom! Thanks a lot.

Then Milo says, “But Bunny’s not in heaven, mama. She’s under my bed!”

And mom says, “Oh Christ, not more of this. What are we paying that stupid therapist for anyway?”

“Mrs. Boyle says it’s okay to talk about Bunny!”

“Well, Mrs. Boyle is getting a call from your father! Now enough talk, you’re supposed to be asleep!”

And mom goes stomping out of the room, and Milo stays awake for a long time, but he doesn’t try to talk to me again.

P.S. guys! I did this comic with Toon-FX, so don’t go thinking I’m some awesome artist or anything!

They actually closed the school this week because CeeCee disappeared. There’s no one around now except cops and police dogs. And without all my alive friends running around, the place feels seriously DEAD.

I’m also starting to think that zombie BFFs are a bit boring. All they do is sit there and wait to see what I do. I mean, how long can they watch me toon photos for? It’s fun being in charge, but I don’t like to ALWAYS be the leader…

So yeah, I’m starting to get a bit lonely for some lively company. And I’ve gotta face it, I miss my family. Especially my little bro

Milo (little brother) is cute as pie. He’s seven years old, actually, he’s my half-brother. And he’s the only one that never judges me, or expects anything from me.

And I’m the only one who can ever find where he hides his toys. He always hides them, then forgets where they are, he says, so no one can steal them. And I’m the only one that made him after-school snacks, AND helped him to his school projects, AND got him ready for bed.

My mom…she’d not exactly maternal. Especially before the age when you can compete in sports and school and stuff.

That means it’ll be a couple of years before she starts paying attention to Milo.

In that time, he’s probably going to miss me a lot.

Maybe I should go see him or something.

Do you think he would be scared, though? Maybe he would just scream and run away?

He is a pretty calm little kid. You have to be, with a mom and stepdad like we’ve got. He’s only six, but there’s something really…thoughtful about him, y’know?

Still, I should probably figure out some way to see him so that he can’t see me…