It's Not Much TimeA Story by TheMizFitJust a 30stm fanfic.My mother always told me that I’d be
the one to look after my brother. After all, I was the one older than him, a
year older than him. I was obliged to take care of him and look after him. I
didn’t like looking after him. I didn’t like the fact that he was my brother. I’m Shannon. Shannon Leto. And Jared
is my younger brother. Ever since I started thinking, I never liked my brother.
Call me evil, but that’s just me. I was always jealous of him. He would always
get my parents’ attention. I’m the one my parents would blame for his mistakes.
I’m always the wrong one because of him. My parents expect me to take care of
my brother after everything bad I’ve been through because of him. Oh, I don’t
like that at all. “Okay, Shannon. We’ll leave for the
whole day for your father’s business. Take care of Jared.” My mom told me as
she left the house and entered our car. I was ten that time. Jared was
obviously nine. I didn’t want to stay in the house and look after Jared. I
wanted to go outside and play. So, as the normal Shannon would do, I left the
house. I left Jared all alone in the house, not caring at all what he would do.
One reason why I hated Jared so much
aside from those I said is that he always acted stupid. It’s like his brain
wasn’t functioning right for his age. He’s so child-like and I didn’t like that
about him. Two hours later, I felt the need to go
back to the house to check on Jared. But why would I want to check on him? But
I needed to. It felt like something wrong was happening. I couldn’t stop myself so I went home
and checked on Jared. There he was, he totally messed up the house. It was so
messy. Oh, why did I have to be his brother? I just wanted to kill him, but I
know I couldn’t. Again, I was to blame for his
mistakes. Why can’t he grow up? I really hope he’d be gone. I hated him. Jared was getting on my nerves more
often. He overshadowed me all the time, only because people think he’s
better-looking. “Shannon, get over it. You’re already
18, don’t be such a baby.” My girlfriend told me when I told her how much I
hate Jared. “I don’t think you understand…” “I understand, Shannon. You’re letting
your jealousy get all over you and you just go on and hate Jared. For goodness
sake, he’s your brother. Pull yourself together, you’re not supposed to hate
him, you’re supposed to love him. He’s done a lot of things for you, why can’t
you do the same?” With that, she left me alone. What she said affected me, but
why was she sticking up for Jared? I’ve had a lot of fights with my
girlfriend because of Jared. She, too, blames me for everything. That day
happened when she decided to broke up with me. It hurt me so much that I just
wanted to kill Jared. He was the reason, after all. “Sha-shannon?” Jared said entering my
room. My face was buried in my pillow. “Did I tell you to enter?” I said. I
was too depressed to talk to anyone. Especially to the reason why the girl I
love broke up with me. “I’m sorry, I just… are you okay? What’s
the problem?” “What’s the problem?!” I shouted,
stood up and faced him. He looked scared, and I was enjoying it. “What’s the
problem? You’re my problem, Jared! Ever since you walked this Earth, I had a
problem with you! I hate you; I hope you get out of my life, right now.” And
with that, I pushed him out of my room and locked the door. I guess it felt
good to let out my hatred to him once in a while. When I was 21, I was invited to a
party by my friend. My parents didn’t allow me, so I sneaked out at around 11. Jared
saw me when I was opening the front door. “Where are you going?” he asked. “It’s none of your f*****g business,
Jared.” “But mom didn’t allow you to go. You
know it could be dangero"” I cut him off. “Don’t be such a baby, Jared. I’m
already 21, for goodness’ sake!” I left the house angry at him. He always
spoils my fun. The rest of the night was a blast for
me. I got drunk and didn’t remember anything after being totally drunk. I drove
myself home and got in a car accident. I thought I was going to die. I couldn’t
breathe. Pain, all I could feel was pain. I needed a blood transfusion from
someone with the same blood type as I do. Someone, fortunately, donated to me. “Who did?” I asked my mom one night as
she told me about it. Jared came in and my mother smiled. “Your brother did.” I was left speechless
with what my mother said. Why did he do that? I always tortured and hated him
yet he still did that for me. If he never did, I would’ve died and I wasn’t
really for that at all. “Why did you do that?” I asked Jared
when we were finally alone in my hospital bed. “Do what?” “Donate blood to me.” “I couldn’t possibly let you die. You’re
my brother, Shannon. I love you.” I tried my best not to shed a tear.
What Jared did to me changed my life and view on him. He was always there for
me and I never cared about him. What I didn’t know was that it was too late for
me to change my view on him. Three days after I became “friends” with Jared, something none of
us expected happened. “Shannon, what’s happening?” Jared
asked me, panicking. I, myself, was panicking, too. “The brakes won’t work. S**t.” I was
doing everything I could but nothing stopped the car, before we could think
about something to do to save our lives, the car fell in a deep gorge. The last
thing I remembered was that Jared held my hand tightly. “We couldn’t save him, we’re sorry.” I
heard the doctor said as I opened my eyes. I was on a hospital bed. What did
the doctor mean? “What?” It was obvious from my voice
that I just woke up. “Shannon, you’re not okay, just keep
resting.” My mother told me. “No, what did he mean?” Nobody answered me. I looked at the
bed next to me. There, Jared was sleeping, motionless. A single tear fell from
my eyes. “He’s going to be okay, right?” The doctor shook his head. No, this
can’t be true. Jared can’t be gone. “We’re sorry.” “No,” I whispered. “No! This isn’t
true! Jared’s not gone!” I was having panic attacks. This can’t be true. I’m
dreaming. “NO! He’s not gone! He’s just sleeping.” I was crying. I couldn’t
take more of this. My eyes didn’t want to believe what I was seeing. I guess it was really too late. I
shouldn’t have taken Jared for granted. I should’ve taken care of him since the
start. He was important to me. I regret not knowing that earlier.
© 2011 TheMizFitAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on April 17, 2011 Last Updated on April 21, 2011 Tags: Jared Leto, Shannon Leto, 30 Seconds to Mars, brothers, love, regret AuthorTheMizFitPhilippinesAboutAbout Me? I'm Rica. Currently 13 years old and I live in the Philippines. I am currently a Junior in High School in one of the best schools in the country :). I love music and I always wanted to be a.. more..Writing
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