Sammy was dead.

I promised to protect him.

And I didn't.

So I saved him the only

way I knew.

One year.

He would survive longer, 

but me, 

I only had 

one year 

left.

I didn't know what to do.

I wanted my baby brother back.

But he was gone.

And the only way

to bring him back

was to sell my 

soul to the devil.

As if I ever had one.

But that's not the point.

I sold my very 

existence

for my brother,

because I knew I 

couldn't live without him.

I didn't think 

how he would feel

without me.

I just can't keep pretending 

that everything is alright.

I can't outrun the 

pain that I'm going to 

cause Sammy.

I guess that's what I do.

Let down the people I love.

Over and over and over and over and over. 

Every single time.

One year left to set 

everything right.

One year.