of flashing lights and a sudden squeal.
of my brother's blood and pain swallowing me whole.
of police and yells and someone crying.
of a hospital, its smell, and the words "dead on arrival".
of the other family and the boy my age, watching me with sorry eyes.
of "we're losing him" and "you'll be okay".
of not being okay
maybe ever
again.
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Don't Forget (Phan)
FanfictionDan has a "gift", but one less like the kind you'd find in comic books, and more like the one you'd find a depressed teenager wishing he had. Which, coincidentally, is exactly how he gained his not-so-super power: angst, a few tears, and a misled 11...
