A/N:gulps i'm a little nervous about posting this story but...here goes nothing...
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville, if i did, there'd be tons and tons of TC on there...sadly, there's not.
Okay, so here's chapter 1, tell me what you think.
It started out slow, you know, the kind where you never really notice it and think nothing of it. Then, it became more frequent and I couldn't stop it. Yes, you probably know what I'm talking about. I didn't mean for it to go this far, it just…sort of happened. I guess it all started back in my second year of junior high. Looking back now, I suddenly see where it all went wrong.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking, how could it have started when I was that age? Shouldn't I know better than to do something like that? Yeah, I know, I thought I could control the whole thing. Maybe it'd be best if I started back from the beginning of the story. My name is Clark Jerome Kent, and this is my story…
You see, my parents, always pushed me to do my best at everything. They always rode me so hard to do well and if I slipped I was a failure, or so it had looked to me. I think though, they were using me to make up for what they lost.
See, my brother, had been dead for almost three years after this had started. When he was still alive he did everything you could imagine. Sports, tutoring, advanced classes, and he was always so nice and popular. We were so close to, we did everything together, played, went to the movies and we had fun every time. Then, one night, after going out on a date he never came home. We were so worried and stayed up most of the night hoping he'd come home soon.
Then finally, after hours of waiting, the phone rang. We fully expected my brother to call and tell us that he was having car trouble but okay. Instead, it was the hospital telling us that we needed to get down there as quickly as we could. I can remember my mom start to cry as she heard the news. My dad, on the other hand, was just so quiet. He didn't say a word, he just got the keys to the truck and walked my mom out with me following after them.
The ride there is a blur in my mind because the next thing I remember was getting out of the car and almost sprinting inside the hospital. The only thing stopping me was my speed kicking in and me rushing through there with someone seeing. The doctor that tried to save my brother met us. He told us that my brother's car was hit by a drunk driver and had suffered a severe blow to the head. He paused as he let this information sink in and then continued to tell us that the damage was so bad that my brother had turned into a vegetable. That news hit home with my parents as my mom cried even harder. Now it was my turn to be shocked, I was eleven, so of course I knew what was going on. I just couldn't believe it was my brother. My dad stared down at me then brought himself to my height.
He asked me if I wanted to go into the room and say goodbye to my brother. That's when I started to cry, the truth fully hit me that my amazing brother was going to die and I would never see him again. The doctor led us into the room where he was. There were different tubes and wires going up and down both arms and he had what my dad later described as a ventilator tube going down his throat. The clothes were gone from the top half of his body revealing a vast field of black and blue bruises. The sight of my brother like this made me sick. This couldn't be him; my brother was strong and could make it through anything. Now it appeared that he wouldn't be able to make it through this. My dad nudged me towards him and I slowly took his hand.
