Everyone has a fantasy that involves them being a hero. It doesn't matter what kind of hero; superhero, soldier, firefighter, doctor, or policemen. Whichever one you choose is up to you. It's also up to you whether you choose to be a hero or not. I've never gotten that choice.
When Evan Spears' little brother died sustaining to his injuries after getting hit by a car, it never occured to me that I would be the one who has to save Evan's life. Benjamin Spears was Evan's whole world. His dad was M.I.A. and his mom was too busy trying to make herself happy by constantly going out with friends. With Lisa Spears' absence in the household, Evan took up the role of playing both mom and dad to his little brother who was thirteen years younger than him.
To the outside world, you'd never realize how troubled both Ben and Evan's lives were. The many years of constantly going out with friends, resulted in Lisa getting in trouble with the law. She was friends with celebrities and socialites, the kind who had bad publicity. Their mom would always come home stoned.
Evan had to shield his brother from his mom. Most of the time, Evan took his little brother to his best friend, Nico's house when Evan's mom was completely out of her mind. The whole time their father never came back. A year or two ago, Evan realized that he and Ben didn't need anyone else. It was them two against the world and it would have always been that way if a stoned teenager wasn't hallucinating behind the wheel.
I wasn't there on the day of the accident. But I was there at the hospital. I couldn't look Evan in the eye, afraid that he would lash out at me. He had every right to, even though I wasn't behind the wheel that took his precious brother's young life. A life that didn't even start yet. I deserved his wrath, I'll freely admit that. Whatever he flings at me, I will accept. Cursing, screaming, glaring, anything.
Because it was my own brother behind the wheel. And he's dead too.