"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" Scott screamed at the top of his lungs, slamming his bedroom door.

Gray stood in the middle of the living room, staring at the spot his father had just been the second before.

Zach glanced at Gray.
"You okay, buddy?"

Gray shook his head as heavy tears began to form in his eyes.
He wheezed with sharp breaths as Zach traipsed over to him.

"It wasn't your fault, Gray. You couldn't of done anything," Zach tried to soothe him.

Gray burst into tears and ripped out of Zach's grip.

"Hey, Gray, look at me!" Zach exclaimed, watching his brother for any sign of contentness.

"NO! HE'S RIGHT! IT WAS MY FAULT!" Gray screamed.

"Gray, dude, no! It wasn't!" Zach exclaimed in a somewhat calm voice.

"YES! IT WAS!" Scott stormed down the stairs.

"SHUT UP! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR STUPID NAGGING! IT WASN'T GRAY'S FAULT! HE'S A LITTLE KID!" Zach finally let go.

Scott had a shocked expression, but regained his voice quickly.
"ME SHUT UP? HOW ABOUT YOU SHUT UP! HE'S NOT YOUR SON, SO DON'T GO AROUND THINKING YOU OWN HIM AND EVERYTHING ELSE!"

"I WISH I WOULD'VE BEEN ME THAT DIED ON THE ISLAND INSTEAD OF MOM!" Gray jumped in the middle of it.

"I WISH IT WAS YOU TOO!" Scott screamed hatefully.

Gray wasn't expecting that answer as he rushed up the stairs and slammed his bedroom door.

"I wish it was you!" Zach hissed hatefully as he followed Gray into his room.