the other side

Have you ever asked the question why? How many times? I'm guessing a lot, probably a few time each day.
Today I asked why when I came home to find my brother gone, and when my mum said she and dad kicked him out. I asked why when I saw he didn't take anything with him, and when he didn't call any of his friends.
What happens when everything you know and believed in, isn't your reality anymore? When all you could think about is will you survive until tomorrow?
This is my side of the story, a story about a kid who should've been protected and loved instead of being thrown out into a life that he doesn't deserve.
I just hope I could save him before its too late.