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I’m sitting on your bed. In a room that used to be your room. Surrounded by many posters of bands and artists you used to like. It feels so weird. Everything here is exactly like when you were still with us, like you can walk into the room any moment. How could I be so stupid? Why did we have a fight? Why did I let go of the wheel? I feel a tear falling down my face. Why you, little brother?

We were driving on the freeway, heading for the recording studio. We were about to record a song together. The lyrics were finished, we still needed the music. And then we were discussing about something, what turned out to a fight. I can’t even remember what it was about, it wasn’t important at all. We were screaming to each other, calling names. Then I got so extremely mad, I didn’t concentrate on the road anymore. We got hit by a truck and our car just got thrown across the road. "Mason!” you screamed. Another hit by a truck. And then everything went black.

Another tear falling from my face. I see a picture of us on your desk from when we were little. We were always together, I could tell you everything. How will I manage without you?

I opened my eyes. There was broken glass everywhere. My car hit a tree. I looked at my right. Your head lay in the broken glass. “Mitchel, are you okay?” I yelled, but you didn’t answer. “Mitchel!” Now I was screaming, but you still didn’t answer. I pushed you. Nothing. I looked at your hair. It wasn’t the same. It was covered with blood. A lot of blood was dripping on my desk. Dripping from your face. Then I saw a huge wound on the back of your head. As fast as I could I grabbed your wrist, but I didn’t feel anything. “No, Mitchel! Please don’t! Stay with me!” I stammered, but it was already to late. You were gone. My little brother was dead.

Mom walks into the room. “Mason, are you all right?” Quickly I whipe my tears away. “Y-yes.” I say, but I know she knows better. She comes sit beside me. “Honey, it already has been three months and you haven’t gone outside since that day! You shouldn’t lock yourself from the world! Come on, we’re going to take a walk!” Suddenly I start to cry. Mom gives me a hug. “Honey, you know he’s still with us, right? He’s watching over us from the sky.” I nod.

I got out of the car. A few people stopped and were watching. “What are you guys looking at?! Call an ambulance! My brother is dead, you idiots!” I screamed, cursed, cried. After a few minutes an ambulance came. They got you out of my car and put you on a stretcher. The nurse from the ambulance came. “I’m sorry, son. You’re brother… he’s gone.” I fall down on my knees. “He had a very deep wound in his head, and he didn’t survive. I’m very sorry.” I look at my car. When I bought it I was so happy. It looked like a very strong car. I thought I was the king of the world with that thing. Now it’s full of knocks, all the windows are broken and, worst of all, it killed my little brother.

I put on my jacket and walk besides mom to the front door. The sun is shining bright, and all the birds are singing. As if the whole world has forgotten about how miserable I feel. I look at the ground and see my shadow. Just my shadow. Not yours.

I couldn’t read the newspapers. You were front page-news, and so was I. Beautiful pictures of you everywhere, thousands of supporting letters. But that stopped after a few weeks. Like this never happened. Like you never existed.

At your funeral I played our song. The song we were about to make in the studio, on that horrible day. I didn’t sing it. I wanted too, but my voice didn’t work anymore. From the rest of the funeral, I can’t remember anything. I just blocked it out of my memory.

Mom and I are walking towards a little bench in the park. “I’m going to buy a snack for us, honey. I’ll be right back.” And there I am. Alone. On a bench. “Why you, little brother?” That’s the only thing I can say. Because I just don’t get it! From every person on this gigantic world, you had to go! But you were such a sweet boy! There was nothing wrong with you! Another tear. And then, all of the sudden, the sun begins to shine bright, a ray falls on my face. “You’re here…” I say, and a little smile appears on my face. The first one since three months. Mom is right, you are still with us, bro…

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