The Story Left Untold

the whole story (the only episode)

Otto and I were best friends, we were like brothers. We had grown up together since birth. That was 17 years of friendship. We did everything together. Everything, but at the end of the day we had to go home. When he went home, he had his mother and father, waiting to eat dinner with him. Waiting to talk about his day. A sister, wanting to hang out with him after dinner. But for me, I wasn't lucky enough. When I went home all that was waiting for me was an abusive father, and a dinner I had to make for him. For as long as I can remember, he was a drunk. He would come home from a bar, just before dinner, so I would have to make him dinner. My mother left us when I was 6, I had asked her to take me and my brother with us, but she said she could only take one of us. I told her to take my brother and never look back. Why, why would I do that to myself? Because I rather my father beat me, than my little brother. And he didn't just get drunk and smack me around, no. He would get wasted, and beat me til I needed medical help, but he never paid for it so I had to work, and work, and work. Just to pay my father's bills. Bruises and scratches would be left on my body. But I could never tell Otto that my father had hurt me. But one afternoon in the middle of winter, Otto's house was too cold for his family. I offered them a place to stay at my house and they happily agreed. My dad had lit a fire in the fire place, the only thing he was willing to do for anyone, and they had gone in the other room to get more wood. Otto took a stick and lit it on fire and started to play around with it. A spark fell onto the rug and I stomped on it so it wouldn't burn anything. Otto was too focused on the spark, and didn't even realize he had lit the curtains on fire. The room burned with heat. Our parents came rushing in from the screams they heard and got cut off from the door. They were trapped in, and we couldn't get to them. I ran out to get the neighbor but they didn't answer their door. When I turned around there as only more fire. Otto rushed out of the house and said his sister was still stuck in there. My body moved on its own and I found myself inside the house, but I saw her. I tried to reach her but the flames swallowed my arm. Then there was an explosion.  I was pushed out of the house and knocked unconscious. When I woke up I had a handcuff on my right arm, and burns all over my left arm all the way up to my shoulder. The doctors said it was a miracle I was still alive, if I weren't for Otto. What. Then 3 police officers came into my room and explained I was going to jail for the murder of 4 people, and attempted murder of another. I asked them what they meant by that and they said that Otto came to them and claimed 'that I had cut us off from everyone else and lit the fire killing , then tried to push him into the fire but I had fell in instead. That Otto felt pity on me and saved me, just for justice to take its turn on me.' I couldn't believe this. My own 'brother' ruined my life. I spent 4 years in prison, before some man came up to me. He asked if I wanted revenge, and I said yes. He paid the prison off and they let me free. He offered me a deal, Otto had become famous and told me I could kill him for revenge, or reveal the truth. I chose both. He ruined my life, so I wanted to end his. Otto had gotten stronger, but I was always stronger than him, especially since thats all I've been doing for 4 straight years. I knew I was stronger than him. And so did he since the first thing he did when he found out I was out of prison, was get body guards. But I would go after his body guards and beat them to a pulp. But I never went after Otto. He was always my last target. Everytime he would get new body guards, a week later they wouldn't be able a work anymore. Then one day when he came home after being at the another girl's house. He walked in a saw me sitting there. He screamed and tried to run but there was no way out now. I said, "Don't worry Otto, I just want to talk."

Otto-"What do want to talk about Frost?"

Frost-"How about, why you framed me for killing your whole family, along as mine?"

Otto-"They asked me what happened and I panicked! Why did you go along with it if you knew you where innocent?"

Frost-"Somebody had to take the blame, and I rather it be me than you. Even though you where the one to blame."

Otto-"But I don't understand you have been tormenting me for 4 years? Why?"

Frost-"I was in prison for 4 years because of you and suffered everyday. What you went through was nothing. Everyday of my entire life was pure agony, you just got a few lousy years."

Otto-"What do you mean everyday of your life?"

Frost-"My father used to beat me to the point of hospitalization."

Otto-"Wait what?"

Frost-"But I'm over that now, cause he's dead. Thanks to you. But now I think it's time for us to join our families."

Otto-"Wait, what do you mean by 'join them'"

Frost-"Its time for both of us to die."

Otto-"Can I ask you one question. Do you regret how your life was?"

Frost-"Regret is what people feel when life was fair and they messed up, but life was never fair so what is there for me to regret? But I'm sure you have many things to regret, don't you?"

I ended this the way it all started, I took a match out of my pocket and lit it. I tossed it on the floor, but not before saying goodbye. To the one and only person who had ever shown me love. He, too, said his goodbyes, to the one and only person who never hated him, after what he had done.

They both looked into each others eyes, Otto began to cry, but Frost, he was as cold as one could be. He didn't show any emotion, except, for relief. Because for the first time in his life, he was going to be a true peace.