The Good Brother

by timeiscontagious

I am the good brother. Aren't I? Set after "Under Control"

I am the good brother. Aren't I? The one who cleans up the other's mess. The one who apologizes over and over again for things beyond my control.

But now?

I'm the one people run from (the terrified look in her eyes). I am the one who makes people cry (oh god, what have I done?). I have betrayed her in the worst possible way. I have lied to her face and continued to lie even when I was caught, even when I knew she knew.

I want to die.

But death is for the living. I may be many things, but living is not one of them. So I sit here in the prison I chose, the prison I made for someone I thought was worse. I tell myself that I am not him, and I'm right. I'm not him. He's me.