This story is a twisted story and kind of hard to tell as it has two different avenues. I only hope you have some time to read this. I will start with a girl. Her name is Clarissa Chiastakoff. Brandon was a very particular guy and wanted the perfect girlfriend. He wanted to date someone from not his town as he thought the girls here were not “good enough” for him. He was wrong as there are nice girls in this town but he seen some of the ones around here that were not “nice”. He wanted a “nice” girl that he could bring home to his mother and to meet other family members and to be proud of her. He thought he found one on Plenty Of Fish. She was very “super model” looking and was studying to be a Radiologist and was working at a hospital for sick, orphan children in Columbia. How “Mother Teresa” like! She was also 21 and he liked the older girls as he thought they were not so childish.
Brandon was very mature in thought and he wanted to be on the same page as his girlfriend. She told him that her mother had breast cancer and was a nurse at the QE2 and her father was a professor at Dal. She had a brother who was the same age as him and she had three other younger siblings. She also had an ex-boyfriend who abused her and Brandon felt so bad for her. Her ex-boyfriend used to message Brandon on FB and actually fight with him online. He wanted to meet him and beat the crap out of him. He was supposed to meet her when she got home from Columbia to Tantallon. She cancelled on him as she said that her family went to Cape Breton for Christmas as he may be her mother’s last Christmas with her family. She, on several occasions told him that they were going to meet, she was coming to get him or Kyle (her brother, who he also spoke to on FB) was going to come and get him to surprise her. Brandon was really in love with her and every time she cancelled on him, he was devastated and disappointed to the point where they would break up. Blair my boyfriend (whom Brandon dearly loved), told him to forget about her.
She would talk to Brandon on the phone constantly to the point where it was disturbing his sleep and he would not make it to school the next day. They talked every day on the phone for hours on end. She spoke to me and other family members. She added all of us on Facebook as well. On Feb 5th (Superbowl Sunday), she was again supposed to come here to meet him. He was so excited, he cleaned his room!!! He was going to meet her family too. One more time she called it off again and put it off till Tuesday. Brandon was so upset and Blair and I knew. Blair was going to my sister’s place for a Superbowl party with the guys. Brandon wanted to do Superbowl to but at Boston Pizza but could not get the guys together. Blair invited him to come with him but Brandon declined as he said it would be a “sausage fest” and that there would be no girls.
He got a quart of vodka for that night and he did share it out with three other guys next door to me. By this time Blair and I left and I went to my parents for a bit. Brandon at some point went to his friend Erica’s apt to visit with her and her little boy (he loved children). He called a taxi to come and get him, at this point he had already had a few drinks but was not drunk at all, and he met up with someone in Erica’s parking lot after he got out of the cab. That is the point where he got the pills. He texted Clarissa and said he took two 4 mgs and two 6 mgs. He did snort them as I found a $50 bill in his pocket later on rolled up. I called him at 12:30 AM and told him that the brakes on Blair’s car went and that Grampy would pick him up in the morning after he dropped me off at work. He was worried about not getting to school as it was a new semester. I told him good night and that I loved him. I never knew that was going to be my last conversation with him.
The police showed up at my apartment shortly before 7:30 AM to tell me the horrible news of what happened to him. They knew Brandon as a person and it had to be just as hard to tell me too as this is a small town. We all know each other. Before I knew it, my entire family was here, grandparents, aunts, uncles, great aunts. I was asked to go identify Brandon but I was glad I got to see him one last time. As hard as it was, I was glad I was the one who did it. I got to hold his hand and kiss him goodbye. It is so hard to see through my tears at this point. I keep correcting my spelling mistakes.
Here is where it gets worse. Clarissa was not real. There is a Clarissa but not the same person that we all talked to. The person that we all were talking to is an 18 year old, chubby girl who lives in Port Mouton, Liverpool area. The morning of his death, I called Clarissa and told her that Brandon had died. Before I knew it, the girl’s mother was texting me and telling me that her daughter committed suicide and that she had taken a bunch of pills and that her son was giving her CPR. The police were here with me when I got the text and then they realized that the whole thing was a hoax as no mother would be texting as her daughter was dying.
The police found out that her name is Jessica Boudreau and all of the people she told us about were all pretend, the mother, father, siblings and ex-boyfriend. The “mother’ (whose name was Julie), continued to text me all morning of Feb 6th, the evening of Feb 6th and the next day as well. She was telling me that she wants to come and see me and talk about our darling angels and wanted to know if she could bring her husband with her. Again, all lies and I didn’t know where she was going with this but only to cause me mental anguish and more pain and suffering. All of this was reported to the police and she is only being charged with Public Mischief as it sent the police on a wild goose chase to see if someone was actually killing themselves in the Tantallon area. There is also no charges being laid on the person who gave him the pills. This has to be addressed and soon!! I really need your help and assistance with this matter.
Brandon was a caring, loving and giving person who always tried to see the good in people. He loved babies and small children, puppies and kittens. He loved his mother unconditionally and told his friends that. He was never embarrassed to kiss me and tell me that he loved me in front of any of his friends. He always had his friends here to visit and many of them at once sometimes and always introduced them all to me. Many of them I got to be quite close to and some of them remain very close to me and visit with me often. I feel as some of them are my kids too. I know that sometimes that they don’t make the best decisions but they are only trying out life and we all make mistakes along the way. I was young once and remember what it was like to be a teen too. I understand them and they know it and they have a lot of respect for me as I do them. Brandon had around 450 people at his service as he was loved by so many and there was not a dry eye in the house. We had his service at the Michelin Social Club so they all could be a part of that sad day to pay their last respect to him and to see me. I was never hugged by so many teenagers in all my life and Brandon loved to hug so much too. I could go on so much about him but I think you get the picture. I love and miss him so very much and this is so hard for me to tell. There will never be a day that I won’t think about him or talk about him. He should still be here. Blair cries too but he has only known him since about Oct 21st. They have grown so close and they had plans to do so much this summer.