Brothers Forever
Zeke
( 1 year after Uriah's death).
Growing up in Dauntless was every wild kid's dream. You were encouraged to be crazy and reckless and the only time you really got yelled at was if you got to close to the chasm. School was the only place during my childhood were I wasn't allowed to scream and yell. Life was good.
Of course growing up with Uriah added to the fun. We would wrestle and race each other all the time. He would always think he beat me but it wasn't until he was 16 when I told him I let him win all of our races. And then he wanted to prove me wrong and I kicked his ass and he never brought it up again. He always had this goofy grin on his face and it was immediately wiped off when he saw a spider. Uriah hated spiders mainly because when we were 4 and 2 I told him a scary story where a spider came and ate him and that scarred him for life. He still hated them when he left for the fence.
Everything changed though when my father died. There was no more messing around or doing stupid stunts. My mother was so afraid she would lose us in an accident like our father so Uriah and I decided not to push her anymore. I took the role of being someone for Uriah to look up to. I was his older brother and in someway his father. Since he was still pretty young when our dad died I taught him everything that our father taught us. And I taught him even more. I showed him how to shot a gun, how to shave and how to pass the simulation tests. But he always was good at passing the simulations so it didn't surprised me when Four secretly told me that Uriah was Divergent.
Now my brother, the sweet, goofy and most caring guy I knew is dead and I don't know how to move on. I will never hear his loud laugh or his slurred words when he is drunk. We will never both be at my mother's kitchen table for dinner. Now it is just my mom and I with two empty chairs to signify those we lost. I am doing better but it still hurts. Unlike friends who died, when your brother who is one person you would do anything and be anything for dies, there is a constant reminder of his absence. I can't believe it's been a year because it still feels just like yesterday when I let go of his hand in the compound hospital room. And I will never let go of him or his memory because as brothers we are bonded. We are brothers forever.
