Chances Given

Chapter 3

As I slowly woke up, I tried to sit myself up. " ouch" I said under my breath. I was still sore from yesterday and I sprained my ankle. I knew I had to go to school today. I couldn't miss to much school, my grades were bad enough already. that was due to the fact that I really didn't care about school. at all. this was the place that caused my brother and i so much pain... leading him to his death. all this place was was a reminder of my brother and how they caused him to feel that was... make me feel this way.

one year ago

"hey look! its the freak siblings!"he said while pointing and laughing. they always called us that. my brother couldn't walk, I was blind. 

" leave us alone." my brother said annoyed.

" yeah right!" he said in a snobby voice. I couldn't see what was happening but I new it was bad. I heard a punch and then smelt the horrible sent of blood. I heard my brother groan.

" what happened!"I screamed

" I'm fine.... they're gone now..." my brother wheezed.

" why would they just punch you and leave!"i cried out

." i dont know..... they are horrible people...." he said his voice trailing off.

"so they just came, hit you and left!" I couldn't help but have tears in my eyes.

" pretty much.... aren't you sick of all this." 

"well, yes I am but... we can push through it.... like always...." I said holding back tears.

"I'm not sure if I can anymore..."i heard him sniffle.... he must be crying. the bell rang. 

" I'll see you after school..." his voice trailed off. I fallowed using my walking stick. 

finally school ended and I rushed out to meet my brother at the park like we always did. I yelled for him so he could call for him. I head a small moan, then gurgling noises.

" Malcolm!" I screamed. I had no idea what was going on. I found my phone in my pocket and found the correct numbers for my sisters number.

" you need to come to the park now! something happened to Malcolm and I can't see what happened!" I was shaking and not breathing properly. 

" its OK I'm coming!" she yelled back. about five minutes later I heard footsteps. 

"...... nooooooo !" I heard her screeched

" what happened to brother!" I sobbed. she was quiet for a long time... just sobbing to herself. I smelt sadness and fear. that's the only good outcome of me being blind, the doctors said I have the senses of a dog. I was frozen. thinking of the worst things that could have happened to my brother. I finally heard her get up. 

" I'm so sorry..... he- he h-hung himself...HE HUNG HIMSELF!" she sobbed.I stood in shock and fell to my knees. I cupped my head into my hands and screamed and cried until I could barely speak.

" he wrote a n-note... to you... want me to r-read to you?" she stuttered.

"yes." I croaked.

you and I have been bullied since like third grade.... you and I have suffered enough. I'm putting an end to my suffering... I can't take it anymore. our rule to each other was to always push through it. I couldn't do it anymore. I will always see you as my sister and best friend. this is cheesy isn't it! well.... just don't forget me. OK? I will always feel guilty for leaving you alone with those jerks but, you can handle them. I couldn't. 

Malcolm biers

we were both silent. brother was gone.... he was the only persons I could lean on. she handed the letter over to me. we called an ambulance to take his coarsp away. it was all their fault. I would never forgive them. just thinking about them made me want to vomit. the next day at school the teacher announced what had happened, still in shock.

" Malcolm biers has... given his life..." the jerks looked up from their phones which was a rare sight to see. to bad I couldn't see it. one girl that was part of the group stood up. she was shaking.

i-its all my...... we made h-him do it...." she said in a low mumble to where I could barely here what she said. I was probably the only one who heard. she breathed heavily and sprinted out of the room crying. the teacher

s found her 20 minutes later rocking back and forth in the bathroom mumbling the same thing over and over, "I did it. I did it. I did it." they had to carry her out of the bathroom and concluded that she was stuck in shock. she didn't come back to school for three months. when she came back she said she was so unbelievably sorry for everything and was going to mame an effort to make the others stop being mean to me. I nodded then said,

" a little late aren't you. you should have maybe thought of that before you killed my brother." that was the first time I spoke in weeks. that was the last time I spoke until me and my sister. with that I stood up and left her standing there. I could have said it a little nicer but I think with all she put me through, she deserved to feel the sadness and pain I felt everyday.