Summary: Chris's thoughts on his past and his relationship with his older brother.
Disclaimer: I do not owned Chramed or the songs that I will use in this story.
Seventeen year old Chris sat alone in the park. It was dark outside, but it always seemed to be that way these days. Everything went wrong the day his mother and aunt died. He could barley remember when his mother and aunts were alive and they were one happy family and he and his brother were close.
There came atime in my life
When everything seemed alright
But everything turned out wrong
And now I've got to carry on
Chris sat on the bench his head was down staring at his hands on his lap. His unruly brown hair fell over his worn out face in an untidy matter making him look many years older then he actually was. He and Wyatt were always close even after the event, and stayed that way after the event. They made a promise to always be there for each other no matter what was to come. Chris could never imagine breaking that promise, but as the months went by and Wyatt became more powerful he found it hard to keep. He never thought that he would have to break their brotherly bond and found it was hard to keep going without his brother by his side.
Without you in my life
Sleep through the day into the night
Roll out of bed what can be said
I'm living now but I feel dead
They had promised their mom to always watch out for each other, and Chris wanted to keep that promise. He sat there on the bench where the two had vowed to never break the promise they mad their mom. Wyatt had kept the promise way too well to Chris's opinion. He was even more overprotective then their mom and aunts were about him. But Chris did his share of watching over him too, he always wanted to be with his brother he was all he had left.
He doesn't realize what he's got
I'll be there when he is not
I hope I stay stuck in his head
I'm living now but I feel dead
Wyatt had left him, but not without a fight. Wyatt wanted Chris to rule by his side, but Chris didn't want to. That night they had a huge argument ending up with Chris slamming the door and never walking back into the manor. That was the last time they had seen each other, except for the few occasions where one of Wyatt's men try to attack him. Wyatt would appear and hurt them, even if they did not talk any more Chris was still his baby brother and he didn't want to break the promise he made his mom.
You walked away yesterday
Now today there's nothing to say
So tomorrow will never know
What should have been or could have been
Cause yesterday has been done
Chris finally got up off the bench and started to walk away, hi hands in his pockets. No one was out, it was too dark and they were all afraid of what could happen. The quietness brought comfort to Chris as he walked through the park. He stopped at the playground that his mom use to take him and Wyatt to when they were young; so many memories were held there. It he close his eyes he could almost picture those warm summer days where he and Wyatt would climb all over the jungle gym with nothing to worry about other then what they were going to play. Chris opened his eyes up again waking up from his dreams to see the deserted playground once again. He let out a long sigh letting the cool breeze run over his body. He slowly started to turn around and walk away from his childhood, a lone tear running down his eye.
"What are we going to do now?" a young Chris asked as the two sat on top of the jungle gym
"What ever you want to bro."
"Wyatt?"
"What is it?"
"Are you always going to be here?"
"Of course I am you're my baby brother, I could never leave you. I will always be here to annoy and watch over you."
"Brothers to the end, right Wyatt?" Leaning onto his shoulder
"Yeah, brothers to the end."
You walked away yesterday
Now today there's nothing to say
So tomorrow will never know
What should have been or could have been
Cause yesterday has been done
A/N: Please let me know if you want me to continue, it is not a long story only three chapters. But it is nice to know if people are enjoying what I write.