• Intro]
    Like yesterday I remember vividly the flames that consumed the life of my beloved guardian. Now here i sit, alone and destroyed, on the surface all seems fine and dandy. However behind the sickening crimson drapes the demon bought, no one see's the insanity, the inhumanity that happens to both of us.
    No one suspects a picture perfect life, so undone by the imbalance we've suffered...behind closed doors. Years have passed, James and I rarely speak anymore, and when we do, it seems to me like it's
    only grunts or nods.

    [Event Details]

    How I miss dear James. Our solidity and separation happened on the day of a crash, one that took our dad's will to proceed with life, now it seems as if the only thing that keeps him going is a bottle of Bourbon and anti-depressants. The loss of his wife, the burden of his children. We do all we can to help this sad empty shell of a person that once was. However lately, other things have been happening to question his existence.
    On the day of the crash, I remember mother speaking in that kind beautiful voice she had. So devoted, so loving,and definitely very beautiful, when he caused it, she changed drastically, Her voice no longer kind and soothing, but rather harsh and course, like nails on a chalk board, her devotion no longer visible, seeing us as nothing more then an obstacle of life to run and never come back, her beauty changed by the hideous scars that covered her body after the fire. That very night, it's like she had completely given up and finally was free from the burden, whisked away into the silence of the night, and she said nothing...
    On the day of the crash, I remember James smiling and laughing at one of those old school nasty jokes dad always use to tell. James use to be all about fitness and health, the school all-star, clean, and handsome. Now, it's all about polluting the lungs with pot and cigarettes, turned the sports away for a bottle of cheap whiskey, not so good looking anymore, hangs with the crowd that nobody likes, seems they like it that way.
    On the day of the crash, dad was so exciting to be there, this would have marked a special spot in our family history. Dad, always clean shaven, straight-edge, almost the perfect dad, until he decided to peer away from the road. Clean shaven? ya right, not for days on end, straight-edge? Bent from the binges of cocaine, prescription pills, and seemingly expensive bottles of bourbon, "Hmmm probably imported."
    On the day of the crash, I remember, laughing like James was, almost a perfect match of twins, if James wasn't a volley-ball player. I remembered dad looking and pointing, almost as if he we're a little girl excited about her birthday. Pointing and telling us to smile for the cameras, not paying attention, to the truck and trailer speeding, unaware of the small Luxury Sedan to it's side... and then darkness, the bright lights.
    Heaven? No, a hospital bed, filled with blood and electronics i am unaware of. i'm asking for my brother James, but they keep telling me I need sleep and that my family is else where. Closing my eye's i pray there alright.

    [3 Years Later]

    Dad somehow retained his job as a district Judge, corrupt, closing pills as if they were candy, snorting snow as if were epinephrine, drowning himself in liquor. His burdens, he blames for his wife's death. Verbally and physically beaten to the point of complete emotional cut-off, i try to retain the smallest smidge, so that one day i can feel as i once did. James however i am unsure, for he has become the difference of what he once was, the school all-star turned school ********. Pedaling drugs between classes, fighting and harassing younger people, seems dad molded a miniature monster after himself.

    [James]

    I know what happened, i remember it quite vividly, as if it were yesterday, and to be truthful it angers me, pushes me to the edge, i know this rage is livid, but after the hardship's i've been living through, some would say im on a self destructive path, and i know, and i keep questioning whats the point of living something so cruel and unjust as the curse of life. It's taken everything from me, my mother, my father, and my brother.
    I pedal drugs, because i am now a nobody, i make my own living and rely on myself, not that pathetic excuse of a father, nor that weak fool i call my brother. I fight to protect myself and to entertain myself, i drown myself in cheap whiskey, and i am ashamed cause i feel like my father. I have a girlfriend who has stayed true tome over the last 3 years, being very supportive and even taking 3 weeks off from school to stay with me. I know im an a*****e, im a pathetic excuse of life cause even after all her caring, i don't care, and ******** any random good looking broad that comes my way. I know my twin has a girlfriend, and i know he stays true to her, wonder how he does it?

    [The Twin - 6 Months past]

    Tensions are running high, my father more and more becoming obsessed with his drugs, living in a filthy apartment, everyday there's a bruise visible on either of our faces, once so bad, James' nose was shattered. Everyday,more and more scars appearing on my wrists and legs. More and more, she worries about me, yet i can't tell her about the evils that happen. I know she know's that our family, our "District judge," a "provider", James, and Me, She knows theres something terribly wrong.

    [James]

    Yes, we have down-graded, or at least i can say someone has. Gabriel does nothing, but attempt death and finish school work. Me I'm moving up in the drug world, my girlfriend, though she hasn't looked at me the same in 3 and a half years, i think somehow approves, i know Gabriel doesn't, he just gives a cold stare and continues on in an endless search for redemption for something he didn't cause.

    [Gabriel]

    He's pushed to far, when all i ever tried to do was make this family work, even with the loss of mom. Now forever sickened by his hatred for us, i'll take this razor one last time and drive it deep down into my life and unleash it unto the dirt...
    Darkness now, like the night in the hospital.
    Again i awake to a grown man in tears, my father. I ask where's my brother James?
    The look on his face is confusion and hurt, and his lips move and tell me James died the night of the accident.

    Then it becomes clear, I recreated James, doctors had a fancy word for it, but all i really took into fascination was, "Traumatic experiences can lead to the recreation of someone that meant something to that person."

    The drugs, the girls, the parties, the fights, the alcohol. It was me, James' girlfriend never talked, cause she knew, cause she was sane. My father, well i know for a fact he was the antagonist of the results of me. though he showed up in tears, turned himself in, show's he cares, but i cannot forgive.

    Me? I dont know who i am? James or Gabriel...

    [James]

    Oh dear brother Gabriel, you are Gabriel, but when life gets tough, no matter how hard you suppress me, i'll always be there to fight your lifes hardships. Thats what i am here for, that what brothers are for...