He looked at me he said it was time. That day I had been thinking who would help me when my time came. My brother was the only one I had now he was going to be gone. I still had Forman but he wouldn't be able to put the needle in my arm.
My brother started to scream I came out of daze and looked for the needle I put on gloves and steadied my breath. I looked at him but his eyes were cold and unfamiliar. I toke his arm and slowly injected him. I looked at his face how it turned from terror to relax. His eyes closed slowly I looked at him with hope that were he was going was going to be better but I didn't really know what awaited him. As his body went limb I began to cry he was my brother the one who had been through everything with me and he was the one who would let me go but now I have no one.