I open my eyes and see people looking down at me. My skin stings and my jacket is warm. My pants are ripped too.

"Are you okay hon'?" My mom asks me. I look around the place for my brother but he's nowhere.

"Where's my brother?" I ask.

"He didn't make it." Someone crys. I freeze. Didn't make it? My brother is...

"Dead." I say.  "He's dead." I say again.

"Jeff? Are you gonna be okay?" A nurse asks me.

I stand up, and walk out the door. I walk down the hallway without blinking once. I go outside and sit down at the bench.

Dead.

My brother is dead.