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.
