Alvin was lying in bed, scowling at the ceiling, his body trembling in anger. He didn't know why all this hatred was inside him, and he didn't know where it came from, and he felt ashamed to have it. He wanted to apologize to his family for everything he said, but his body wouldn't let him. It's like he was trapped inside this monster self, and there was nothing he could do but watch as he broke apart his family.

After much thrashing and tears, Alvin finally fell asleep.

A crash in the middle of the night. Alvin's eyes snapped open. He looked over at his brothers' beds. They were empty. He carefully pushed the covers off himself and tiptoed to the door, where he heard another crash, even louder than before. Then he heard a scream of terror. It sounded like Theodore's voice. Alvin pushed away all his fear and opened the door. Running downstairs, he just barely saw a hooded figure run out the broken front door. Alvin looked frantically for Theodore. "Theo?" Alvin called shakily. "Theo?"

Alvin heard raspy breathing. He shook as he tiptoed to the living room and flipped on the switch. he nearly vomited at the sight. Theodore lay in a pool of blood in the middle of the room, a knife lying next to him. Alvin ran to Theo and looked him over, searching for the source of the blood. It was his neck. The hooded figure had slit Alvin's baby brother's throat. Theo jerked once before he became still.

Alvin sat there in shock.

Alvin slowly reached for Theodore's hand, which was quickly turning cold, as he remembered the last thing he said to Theo, "I wish you would just DIE!" Alvin stared at Theo's lifeless form and realized he didn't mean it at all. He wished desperately how he could bring Theo back, but it was too late, and he knew it. Then the tears hit. Alvin sobbed loudly as he held Theo close, not caring if blood got on his shirt.

Thinking as if in a dream, Alvin picked up Theo and carried him to the front door. Alvin dialed 9-1-1, but wasn't aware of what he was doing. All he did was give the address. After a few minutes, the ambulance was there, and Alvin pointed dumbly at Theo. They pronounced him DOA, but loaded him into the car to be taken to the morgue.

Alvin wandered the house in tears, not knowing what to do with himself. His baby brother was gone and he felt it was his fault. Alvin found himself in the kitchen. He flipped on the switch and saw the kitchen exactly as he left it, the pan on the floor and everything. Alvin walked up to the pan and picked it up. It was with this he almost hit his baby brother with.

Alvin looked down and he could almost see Theo cowering in fear below him. Alvin felt sick to his stomach.

It was nearing day, but Alvin wasn't aware. His life was turned around. He needed someone to talk to. Simon. He always understood everything. Alvin walked through the house, looking for Simon. Finally, he found him, fast asleep on the couch. Alvin gently shook Simon, who screamed and leaped off the couch. Alvin wasn't expecting this response, and stepped back. Simon cowered at the foot of the couch, rocking back and forth, mumbling incoherently. "Simon?" Alvin asked cautiously. Simon's head snapped up, and he screamed again before cowering.

"Simon, what's wrong?" Alvin tried to get his only brother to speak. He caught slight fragments of what Simon was babbling.

"I sorry. No hurt, please. I do nothing. I know I weird. I sorry,"

Alvin was astonished at not only how badly he spoke, but also the fact he was afraid of Alvin. Alvin reached for him, to hug him, but Simon screamed, the volume rising the closer Alvin's arm got. It was then Alvin got a good look at Simon. His nose was pretty bunged up still and it was swollen to a great size. Simon curled up again, rocking and babbling. "No hurt… no hurt… I sorry…"

Alvin stepped back, remembering his words to Simon, "I wish you weren't as smart, then you'd realize just how weird you are," Shame like never before hit Alvin. Once again, he found himself wandering the house. He couldn't bear to see his smart, blue-clad brother so destroyed and so… dumb. Alvin found himself in his bedroom. He turned on the light and looked around. There was something in here, he knew it. But what was it?

His eyes fell upon his desk, the chair of which was tilted backward as Alvin had knocked it over in his fury. Alvin walked up to it and set the chair back up. Then his eyes fell upon the crumpled piece of paper on the desk. Hands shaking, he uncrumpled it to see the worksheet he was supposed to do for homework. Simon had been trying to help him, and Alvin could see Simon's neat writing in the margin by each question as he tried to write his reasoning for how to solve it. Alvin flashbacked to when he threw the paper at Simon. Sure, it didn't hurt him, but Alvin realized it might have hurt inside. All Simon was doing was helping, and Alvin abused it.

Alvin, in a daze, put the paper back on the desk after flattening it out as neatly as he could. Then the thought crossed his mind: He was the cause of what happened to both his brothers. So what happened to Dave?

Alvin jumped up and ran to Dave's room and threw open the door, except… there was no room. Instead, there was a broom closet behind the door. Alvin's words floated back to him, "I wish we had never met, and that you were as far away from me as could possibly be!" Alvin knelt in front of the closet and sobbed. He sobbed for the horrible things he said to his brothers, the fate he forced upon them, and the fact he couldn't set things straight. He went back to the only family member he had left: Simon. But he couldn't even receive comfort from him. Alvin sat next to the couch while Simon watched him with childlike suspicion, crawling to the edge of the couch. Alvin put his hands together and prayed, something he didn't usually do.

"God," Alvin whispered to his clasped hands, his teary eyes closed tightly. "I am so sorry for everything. I didn't mean what I said. I love my family, I do. I love how cute Theo is as he sleeps, and the fact he can cook better than anyone in the whole family. I love how smart Simon is and I feel so proud of him every time he receives an award for anything. I feel so grateful he spends so much of his time with me, trying to help me. I just take him for granted every time. I love how Dave is always there for me, no matter where I am or what I've done. He's so encouraging about all my brothers and I do. But now I've ruined everything. Theo is dead, Simon is reduced to the mind of a child, and Dave is probably in China, if what I wished for came true." Alvin lifted his head, keeping his eyes closed, as tears flowed down his neck freely. "God, forgive me. Forgive me! I didn't mean it! I am so sorry! Forgive me! Forgive me…"