Prologue
I sat outside the hospital's window. The summer heat was starting to get to me; it was much too warm and humid for this early in the year, I didn't give it much attention though, all I could concentrate on was him. My dearest brother, Edward. It's not fair that God chose to take them, why couldn't it have been me? The Spanish Influenza was now taking the last, and most important family member I had left. I sat there powerless and angry; at no one but myself, because I didn't have the ability to save him.
My vision blurred as tears began to streak down my face, I hadn't had the courage to say goodbye to him face to face. And now I did it silently from where I sat. The pain of losing my twin was unbearable, excruciating even. I could feel the life draining from his weak body as he lay on the cheap white fabric of the hospital's cot. I couldn't bear to see him like that any longer, my brother, who was once so full of life, now couldn't even turn his head without assistance.
I shifted my weight onto the balls of my feet and started to get up. I turned my back on the hospital, and started walking away. I had felt a pang of guilt as I left my brother alone to die.
I had created a good distance from the hospital and myself when I heard his scream. It was impossible not to miss, even in all the chaos the hospital was currently in. His piercing scream…I will never forget it.