Tim's Note

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A note written by the character about what happened to his brother when he was younger. It is being used as an apology for a guilty conscious.

The wind pounded on the closed window begging to be let in. Icicles hanging off the eaves looked like knives ready to be used.

 

Behind me I heard the clomping machine… horror since it was brought into our house. How could my parents have thought that it would be a good for it to be here. My brother might be walking now, but was it worth our sanity and life. With this around someone would have to be around all the time to make sure he doesn’t fall down or tip on some uneven surface. Fuck. Why would it matter anyways? If he was gone wouldn’t that make our lives so much better.

 

“I’m going out Tanner,” I yelled from the door. “Do you need anything, if not mom will be home in a half hour?”

 

“Go ahead Tim, I’ll be fine,” Tanner yelled from the backroom. “I’ll tell mom that you left five minutes before she got back.”

 

So with that I left the house. Not knowing that the worst thing that could possibly happen in my house was about to.

 

My brother had a rare condition in which his lower body formed completely without nerves, causing it not to ever function. When our parents found out about a machine that would let him walk, they knew that it would give him some sense of normality to his life. But since he didn’t have those same nerves he also couldn’t feel when the surface he was walking on was unlevel. He fell quite often, especially when he was first getting used to the machine. But now we could leave him home for short periods of time because he wouldn’t fall. Or at least we thought.

 

Well on that winter day, he did fall. After I had left the house. The way he fell caused him to crack his head on the hardwood floor. By the time mom got home from work that night he was dead, she wasn’t a half hour away, I truly didn’t know how long away she was, but I left anyways. It is my fault that he died, if only I had stayed, if only I hadn’t lied about how long she was going to be. When he fell, he knew that someone was going to be there in time to lift him up and take him to the hospital. It never happened. Our family is the reason that the machines test trial was never completed. Now thousands of people will never be able to walk. And it is all my fault.


I now, fully understanding my actions on that day, bring the gun to my head and pull the trigger. I’m sorry Tanner. I never meant for any of this to happen to you.


Submitted: September 28, 2015

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