Rewriters [Completed]

Crimson Flare: Vengeance

I still remember that day.

It was raining, but it wasn't a downpour. Caesar gave his umbrella to an elderly couple, who didn't manage to find shelter in time. We didn't have another one, but I didn't mind at all.

He put his jacket over me, telling me I shouldn't get myself sick too.

My brother is a kind person.

When we used to walk to school together, he would stop by outside of a bookstore to feed a black cat who would wait for him. Knowing he saved it before, it would curl up to him, purring. Sometimes, he would even hold a small conversation with the cat's owner, who allowed him to feed his cat.

Caesar always put others first and makes the lamest jokes to help people laugh. He dressed up as a salad bottle, saying that he's now 'Caesar salad'. I always felt kind of bad because I couldn't stop laughing.

My brother is a kind person.

"Why do I want to become a firefighter?" Caesar gave me a smile as he responded. "Oh, I just want to help and save people. Like Alexander Dale. I want to be like him, the kind of firefighter who also saves kittens."

My brother is a kind person...

"Seth, watch out!"

It happened so fast. I could only freeze there as a car came skidding towards me. Caesar pushed me out of the way.

I was unharmed, but Caesar...

He didn't make it to safety.

My brother is a kind person... so why? Why did he have to be the one to get hurt?

Why wasn't I the one paralysed that day?

Caesar was unable to walk anymore. His lifelong dream was crushed in one day, and it was all because of me.

It was my fault.

Everyone told me it wasn't. That it was a terrible accident. But every time I see Caesar on the hospital bed, that aching feeling of guilt never went away.

If it wasn't my fault, then why do I still have those emotions?

"Hey, thanks for coming to see me today," Caesar said with a smile. He was sitting on his wheelchair with a determined look on his face. "Maybe I could make a few steps today."

He was struggling. Struggling really hard.

But his legs wouldn't move. He couldn't get any better.

He only got sicker.

Unable to figure out what was wrong with him, the doctors recommended for him to be transferred to the Aureus Hospital. My parents didn't hesitate to spend the money for it.

"Hey... Seth? You there?"

I must have fallen asleep. Rubbing my eyes, I nodded.

"Is it okay if I tell you something? But... you cannot say this to our parents."

"Okay," I agreed.

When I did, tears formed in his eyes as he started to cry. "I don't think I'll get better, Seth. The doctors tried so many things with me, but it all failed. It's... been hard... and I've been thinking... all the money is being wasted on me."

Not only it was the first time I saw him cry, it was also the first time he admitted that he was having a hard time. He never complained about before.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a burden."

Why do sick people always apologise? Why do they blame themselves?