My Brother
I know I sound crazy, but please here me out, I am 39 now, married with 1 son. I love him more than anything in the world, but he has gotten to the age that reminds me of….my brother. He was nine and his name was Matt, I never told anyone what really happened to him, they would lock me up immediately and probably suspect that I was responsible for what happened to him, but I'm not I swear. I was about 20 years old when this all happened, and was working hard to keep up with our rent, which required me to take several low paying jobs, since I’d never gotten a chance to go to college due to my family situation. So as you can imagine I was extremely busy, I guess thats why I never really noticed what my brother was telling me until it was too late.
We had just celebrated his ninth birthday, which happened to be on the same as the anniversary of our fathers death, he had loved us dearly, but he had especially loved Matt, because he reminded him of our mother, who had died during complications during birth, which is rare for today, but as luck would have it, we got to experience it as a family. It was terrible, it took us a long time to recover from her loss. Then eight years later, My father was killed in a car accident, and I was forced to drop my college dreams to help Matt, who was not about to go to an orphanage if I could help it. Since I was 19 and a legal adult, they let me take care of him. It had been a whole year since our fathers death, and I was working late, when I got home at around 4 a.m. I was shocked to see Matt waiting on me when I walked through the door.
“Daddy talked to me tonight!” he said.
“Really?” I asked, I had assumed he had been dreaming.
“Yes!!!!!! he said he was coming to see me in a week!!”, Matt squealed happily.
“Oh thats good”, I said to myself, a sudden wave of grief came over me, I still had not recovered from my father’s loss, and this was not exactly helping. “Matt get back in bed”, I said, exhausted.
“Ok Sean!!”, He exclaimed happily and ran back to bed.
“Stupid dreams”, I said to myself. I collapsed In my bed, and fell asleep almost immediately, fortunately having a dream-free sleep. The next morning I awoke and went to the kitchen to make breakfast, Matt was already down there, eating some cereal.
“HI SEAN!,” he shouted happily.
“Hey”, I said taken aback by his happy attitude, Matt had become extremely reclusive and sad after our fathers death, now he was happy and active. for all the crap his dream had put on my mind, at least he was happy, and that made me happy. We went through the our usual daily routine, eat, I drive Matt to school, I go to work, I pick up Matt from school and then I go back to work. When I got home he was up again, and just as happy.
“DADDY TOLD ME SIX DAYS!!!!!” he shouted at me. this time I was genially annoyed and worried, Matt’s mood swing and apparent conversations with “daddy” may be signs of mental issues, and that worried me, plus the fact that he could at least have fake conversations with our father, and I couldn’t, and that made me jealous. I went to bed late again, and told myself if he mentioned dad again I’d brake the truth to him. Needless to say I prayed I would not have to do it.
Now it was Friday, the night I do not work late, but I did not have anything to do say I stayed home and put my brother to bed, I quickly went to be after him, as I was more exhausted than usual. I guess it was the emotional stress Matt’s dreams had been having on me. That night at around midnight my brother woke me up again, happy as he had been for the last few days.
“Daddy told me only 5 days left!!!” He cried happily. I do not know if I was just was tired, or jealous or a combination of both, but I snapped.
“NO HE DID NOT YOU RETARDED CHILD, IT HAS BEEN DREAMS, HE IS NOT ACTUALLY TALKING TO YOU!!!!!” I screamed in his face. Matt was crushed by what I said.
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