Im sick…I needed something to do…this is the result….i own nothing….

Rain smattered against the windows of his car as Dr. James Wilson sat unmoving at the wheel. The cell phone he had been holding in his left hand dropped between the seat and the door, the caller presumably still on the line. He didn't care. His whole day, which had been mediocre at best, had taken a sudden sharp nosedive. Tears he had been holding in for ten long years spilled down his face before he could even realize he was crying. He leaned his head against the wheel.

"God Why? Why why why why? What did I do so wrong?" Came his sobs

"What did mom do? Or dad? Why? Why me?" He stopped crying as his phone rang again. He picked it up from the floor.

"Hey mom….yeah…I'll…I'm going to be fine mom…Its alright…I love you too…Ok…I'll come by later…I promise…I love you too…bye" His hand shook violently as he hung up the phone. He started the car, driving home as if in a haze. He couldn't understand one thing: Besides from the first initial shock and loss of hope he didn't really miss his brother as much as he had expected to. It was if anything, a paradigm shift.

Sorry its short..hopefully its ok though…review for a happy writer….