I don't own anything.

I wrote this story when Cal died, but never published it, so I am doing that now.

PART ONE

ETHAN

One brother dead. One brother dying.

Thats all I can think about. Cal is dead. Stabbed to death to protect me.

It was ironic, really. He and I were aleays fighting and Cal would put me down. A lot. But we were brothers.

We only had each other. No matter what, we were there for each other.

And now, Cal is dead because of me.

I don't even know if I am grateful.

There's no doubt that cal died a hero, but he didn't have to die.

I should have died instead of Cal.

After all, I'm dying anyway.

Our birth mother died of Huntington's, and I have the gene. Cal didn't.

I am just waiting to get sick. Everyday is a time bomb.

And now I am alone. I don't have anybody there with me when I do get sick.

I should have died. Not Cal. He had a bright future and all I have is the darkness I fear.

Cal saved my life then, but he couldn't save me from the future I know is to come.

Cal didn't have to die, and he shouldn't have died.