One By One

One by One Chapter 7

I’m sorry for not updating sooner! Last week was a busy week for me ‘cuz I had lost of hw, and went to my bestie’s b-day :) Oh and yeah, looking back now, the ending of the previous chapter may have be a little cheesy... Oh, whatever :) I think it was still good :) What do you think? Hope you enjoy! :D

     Oh damn. A soul suspect suddenly came to my mind. Jason. It couldn’t be him. I tried to talk myself out of that thought.

      Jason was... troubled, I guess you can say. But deep down inside, if you look past a lot of hatred I had towards him, I loved Jason. I couldn’t help it. I pitied him and sympathized him. There is even a part of me thought that the reason he did all the drugs and is the way he is, is ‘cause of me. Because Jason is my brother.

      Things turned bad a long time ago. He was only 15 years old, and I was 2 or 3 years old. He was not what you would call a very studious student. He would prefer to have fun with friends all the time. He came home with bad grades, yet he didn’t care. He got in trouble all the time, at home and school, and still didn't do anything about it.

He wasn’t a very happy person, and eventually started to give my parents a really hard time with his attitude. They punished him and yelled at him a lot, and I guess that he thought that they didn’t care about him.

He felt neglected by my parents, because of my presence, as well.  My mom was often stressed because of having to deal with me, so she couldn't cope with very much. Jason would get angry very easily, and he and friends at school started doing drugs and drinking to deal with their personal issues.

Our parents noticed there was something wrong after a while, and sent him to therapy. However, therapy did not help him very much. It got to a point where his behaviour and attitude got so bad that he would get violent and throw stuff, and beat up kids at school. My parents then decided that there was no other choice but to send him to a rehabilitation centre. There they discovered that my brother Jason was bipolar and had some other psychological problems. Well that’s the story I heard anyways.

      I don’t know the exact details, but I think he had escaped once after 3 years there, and was sent to jail a year or 2 later, after committing some sort of robbery. He had been let out 5 or 6 years ago.

      I didn’t get to ever meet my brother until I was about 13 years old. Heck, I barely even know I even had a brother until then.

After being let out, he stayed sober for about 2 months until getting back on drugs, and becoming addicted all over again. I guess he didn’t think he had much to live for, after getting out of jail, without any degrees, or diplomas, or job, or money, or girlfriend.

He was sent on and off to jail, and after his most recent jail visit, for attempt at raping Ashley, he had despised me more than ever before. When he was on drugs, which was 90% of the time, he hated me so much. I think he had a bit of a crush on Anna or something. Not that she ever knew who he was. He has had very few sober periods of time where he was a lttile bit better.

     This may seem like an unlikely reason to want to hurt me this bad, but drugs can control people and make the craziest possibilities likely like that. Now, he wants some serious vengeance on me or something, and ruin my life.

      I know that there was a strong possibility that Jason had killed Mr. Hastings, and I don’t think he was above committing murder either.

      It was a family secret that I had a brother that no one knew about. Not Anna, not my school, not friend of ours. Everyone who had ever known him thought he had moved out years ago. If anyone knew about him earlier, they could have judged us.