Doesn't matter if was intentional or not... I lost one of the only people who cared about me. I was reckless and-- [He stops himself, gritting his teeth; he hates himself for it. If some higher power came along and told him he deserved to die--slowly, painfully--for what happened to his brother, he'd quietly accept it.

It's harsh, but to him, it makes sense. It's amazing he's even been allowed this much--friends... 'family'.]

I wanted to forget what I'd done... I guess for a while, I did. By the first year in the hospital, they had me so doped up, there was no breaking out of whatever place I was in.

Their idea of 'fixing' me was frying my brain, I guess.