Ex-brothers

(Liam)

It was finally time for me to go to the place which my supposedly dad calls home. I still haven't recovered my memory but the doctors say to surround myself with things that I love the most to help jog my memory. My dad said that there is one person he thinks could help get my memory back. According to him I had a brother whom I loved very much. I was all for it. Maybe he was the key to me getting my memories back. I sat at the place where, what should I call it, the old me called his home. I sat around waiting for my mom and my brother to come. That coming out of my mouth sounded weird though.

(Max)

My mom told me that I was going to meet someone who had the same condition as me and that maybe we could help each other get our memories back. I was so excited to see my brother even though I don't remember him but still it feels good that my own brother is exactly like me.

As we approached the house my mom stopped for a sec and she asked me if I still wanted to go through with this because it was okay if we were turn back. I had nod my head and told her that I was okay with it. We walked into this broke down house but I didn't care what it looked like. We walked in and knocked on the door. A middle aged man that smelled of booze opened up the door and behind him was a little boy who looked as if he was lost.

I said good evening and he said to come in. I was fascinated by the little boy and for some reason he looked like someone I had already met. I wonder if I was getting my memory back. I went up to the little boy and when he turned around I realized that it was the kid from the hospital. The one I wanted to apologize to. I tried to talk to him but he walked away. It confused me so much but what confused me the most was what had happened next.

(Liam)

I walked around looking at things to see if I can remember. I heard the door and felt a tap on my shoulder. I thought finally and when I turned around my day turned horrible. It was that mean guy from the hospital. I wondered who he was. It wasn't until my dad said that it was my brother that I felt shocked and surprised that the rude guy who had pushed me in the hospital was actually my sibling. I thought I would be glad but now I don't know what to feel. I couldn't deal with this right now so I just walked away. He started running after me like a creep. He just doesn't know when to stop. I tried to tell him quietly that he should just stay away from me but he kept coming. He grabbed onto my arm and as I swung, I accidentally hit him and he hit his head on the floor.

My dad shouted at me and before I could explain he said he couldn't deal with this. The kid's mom picked him up and walked outside with him. I didn't mean it but at the same time I told him I didn't want to be bothered so technically it was his own fault. But I still felt bad for what I had done.

THREE HOURS LATER

(Max)

I woke up with an ice pack on my head. My head was hurting like when I first woke up in the hospital with no clue of anything. My mom rushed over and told me everything that happened. I couldn't believe him. All I wanted to do was apologize for the push in the hospital but this jerk pushed me instead and even knocked me out. I wasn't going to let him get away with this. He was going to get back what he did to me.

The tables have turned and things aren't looking so good. What will become of these brothers?