You know how when your dying, people say that your life passes before your eyes? Well, it's true. I always thought it was some dumbass cliché, but it's not. It's really true.
Have you ever wondered what your life would be like if you were in a different family? I have. Of course I have. I'm Christopher Chambers, kid brother to Eyeball Chambers and Frank Chambers. Older brother to Emery and Sheldon Chambers, the hellion kids. Son to Winston Chambers, the drunk bastard that beats his kids.
It amazes me that people in the town of Castle Rock, Oregon, could think that it's my fault my family is this fucked up. Like it's my fault that my daddy beats me and my siblings. Like it's my fault that my momma deserts us every week to go to her sisters. Like it's my fault that my oldest brother raped that girl. Like it's my fault that my older brother hangs with Ace and the Cobras. Like it's my fault that my two little brothers steal, lie, and beat up dogs. Like it's- well, you get my point.
How is it my fault? I don't have control over their actions! Only my own. So I dedicated myself to my school work, and my friends to make my life better. To make myself something.
So, I had Gordie teach me everything that I either ignored or slept through when I was younger. I had him study with me, and help me with the material until I got it right.
And, my work paid off. I got into law school, and became Christopher Chambers, attorney. I moved to a town where no one knew me, and the girls swooned over me, and the guys all wanted to be my friend. It was amazing, and I'd never experienced it before.
I still called Gordie once and awhile, sometimes my brother. Eyeball got in the army, and started reforming himself. He knew he fucked up and wanted to fix it. I encouraged it, of course, and knew that I wasn't going to be the only good Chambers boy.
My entire life, I had been a peacemaker. So, it was natural instinct to break up a fight I saw. And I saw one in that diner one day. I wanted to get something while I was working a case. My girlfriend stayed back at the house, to clean. Thank god I'm a messy sonuvabitch, eh?
I stepped inbetween the two fighting men, and took a knife to the gut for my efforts.
So, as I lay here dying, I think of all the things I could be saying right now. Instead of thinking it all. I decide, in my untimely death, that my life was worth it. To think that I finally proved everyone wrong. I could make a Chambers worth something. I was Chris Chambers, one of them Chambers boys, all the way to Christopher Chambers, attorney. I did something, and that made it all worth while. Didn't it?