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I Gave Up My Life To My Brother

I Gave Up My Life To My Brother

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By:  Wayne WyethCompleted
Language: English
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After Death

Familial Bond

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Male POV

Regret

Remorse Family

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Ever since I was born, my parents bound me to a Pain Transfer System. My body was covered in scars. My older brother, Dylan Jeater, had albinism and Hydroa Vacciniforme. His condition was so severe that he could not be exposed to any light. Doctors determined that he would only live to be sixteen years old. However, Dylan had always been playful. He often snuck outside. Eventually, his body was covered in sores. My father, Robert Jeater, worked day and night to earn money. He finally bought two Pain Transfer System wristbands at a high price for Dylan and me. For six years, the pain Dylan felt from every sun exposure had been transferred to me. My mother, May Jeater, always held me gently and treated my wounds. She said, “Chester, I’m sorry. I just want Dylan to be happy in the time he has left. I hope you understand.” On New Year’s Eve, my parents took Dylan out. It was very sunny that day. As soon as we left the house, my whole body broke out in blisters. I could not help but cry out in pain. Dylan tore off his wristband and broke down sobbing. “Does it hurt? Fine, if you think it hurts so much, then turn off the transfer! Let me just die of the pain! “I’ll only live up to sixteen anyway. I’m going to die sooner or later.” His body became severely sunburned, and he lost consciousness. Mom shoved me to the ground. “Dylan never complained once in all those years of pain! After only six years of it being passed to you, you’re already breaking down?! “He’s only going to live to be sixteen! Is it wrong to want him to be happy in his last few years?” Dad picked up Dylan. “I don’t want you getting hurt either, but the pain can only be transferred between biological brothers.” They then rushed him to the hospital. I picked up the wristband from the ground. A message popped up on the screen. [Do you want to transfer your remaining lifespan to the linked user?] Without any hesitation, I pressed confirm.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I stood outside the door for two hours.

Blisters burst and formed on my body continuously until they stuck to my clothes. Every breath I took hurt.

My parents finally came back.

My older brother, Dylan Jeater, was bandaged tightly. My father, Robert Jeater, carefully carried him to bed.

My mother, May Jeater, walked straight up to me and slapped me hard across the face. It stung.

“Are you happy now?!

“The doctor said Dylan’s condition just took a turn for the worse. He might not even make it to sixteen now!”

My ears rang, and my face swelled up.

I was stunned. I instinctively wanted to say that this was not true. Dylan was going to live to be a hundred. I had given my life to him!

Before I could say anything, Dylan struggled to sit up.

He grabbed the family photo from the bedside table and tore away the half with his image on it.

“Are you happy now?” he said hoarsely. Tears streamed down his face and mixed with the ointment.

“Great! Once I’m dead, you’ll be Mom and Dad’s only son. Then, they’ll just indulge you forever, won’t they?!”

“No, Dylan, that’s not what I meant…”

I tried to get closer to him to hand him the wristband. “Dylan, please put it on. I’m sorry… I’m not afraid of the pain anymore…”

“Don’t come near me!”

He grabbed the torn photo and threw it at me. “I hate you! I hate all of you! Why did it have to be me with this disease?! Why me?!”

Mom held him tightly. Her voice broke as she tried to comfort him.

“It’s okay, sweetie. I’m right here. I’m not going to let anything happen to you…”

Dad took the wristband. He wearily rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Ches, go stay at Mrs. Lance’s place for a while. Dylan is emotionally unstable right now. You need to leave.”

He left no room for argument.

Lily Lance was my neighbor.

I knocked on her door like I had done many times before. I had lost count of how many times I had done this.

The first time it had happened, my parents learned that an expert had come from the capital, so they took Dylan there overnight.

After school, I waited by the door until dark. I caught a high fever from the cold. In the end, Lily found me. That was how I had narrowly survived.

The last time I went to her place was when my kindergarten had a parent-teacher meeting. I told my parents that they did not need to go, and I could handle it myself.

Dylan broke down crying. “Are you trying to rub it in just because I can’t go to school?”

After that, I ended up knocking on Lily’s door again.

The door opened. Lily looked at me and sighed. Then, she took me inside. “Joy, bring the medical kit!”

Joy was Lily’s daughter. When she came out of her room and saw me, her eyes widened.

“Ches? Why are you here? Did they kick you out again?!”

She clenched her fist. “How can your parents do that? They only care about Dylan! That’s so unfair!”

I retorted, “No, it’s not! Dylan’s sick! We all have to take care of him. Besides…”

I pulled up my dirty sleeve to reveal the layered scars of burst blisters.

“See? Dylan’s injuries get transferred to me. Mom personally treats every single one for me!

“She’s not being unfair at all! It doesn’t matter if I’m in a little pain as long as Dylan’s happy. That’s all that counts!”

Joy looked at my wounds and shook her head.

Lily came over with the medicine. Her hands were warm and gentle. They were similar to Mom’s hands, yet were a little different.

Mom’s hands were also warm, but they always felt hurried.

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9 Chapters
Chapter 1
I stood outside the door for two hours.Blisters burst and formed on my body continuously until they stuck to my clothes. Every breath I took hurt.My parents finally came back.My older brother, Dylan Jeater, was bandaged tightly. My father, Robert Jeater, carefully carried him to bed.My mother, May Jeater, walked straight up to me and slapped me hard across the face. It stung. “Are you happy now?!“The doctor said Dylan’s condition just took a turn for the worse. He might not even make it to sixteen now!”My ears rang, and my face swelled up.I was stunned. I instinctively wanted to say that this was not true. Dylan was going to live to be a hundred. I had given my life to him!Before I could say anything, Dylan struggled to sit up. He grabbed the family photo from the bedside table and tore away the half with his image on it.“Are you happy now?” he said hoarsely. Tears streamed down his face and mixed with the ointment.“Great! Once I’m dead, you’ll be Mom and Dad’s
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Chapter 2
After a long time, Dad finally came to take me home.He gestured for me to go back to my room.My room was a small storage space with no heating. This was the only room left for me because Dylan’s treatment supplies took up the entire house. All the money has been spent on his treatment. Only his room had the heat turned on.I curled up on my small bed. The warmth I had felt from Lily’s touch quickly faded away.I could hear Mom’s tearful voice from Dylan’s room.“Dylan, be good and take your medicine. You’ll feel better once you do.“You’re my precious baby. I’ll make sure you live, even if I have to give you my life.”Then, I heard Dad chime in, “That’s right, Dylan. Don’t be scared. We’re here.”I curled up on my bed, listening to my parents’ warm voices. Tears of bitterness streamed down my face.Numbers appeared on my wristband. [Twelve hours.]It was counting down.Great! Soon, Dylan would live a long, long life!…I did not remember when I had fallen asleep, but
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Chapter 3
I covered my bleeding knee and said in explanation, “Mom, I was pushed down. My knee is bleeding. I can’t stand up—”“Shut up!”Mom would not listen to me at all. She grabbed my arm so forcefully that she nearly lifted me off the ground.“You’re bleeding? What does it matter that you’re bleeding? Dylan’s terrified! If he’s traumatized because of this, can you live with yourself?”Dad had also come downstairs. He frowned and hoisted Dylan onto his back. He spoke in a low voice to comfort Dylan as he walked back to the house.Mom dragged me all the way back upstairs.Lily heard the commotion and opened her door. She saw me covered in injuries. “What’re you doing? He’s only six! You can’t just—”Mom cut her off. “What do you know? He just stood there watching Dylan get bullied! He wants Dylan to die sooner!”Lily was just about to say something when I smiled faintly and said, “Mrs. Lance, it was my fault. I didn’t protect Dylan well enough…”Mom shoved me into the bedroom. “You s
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Chapter 4
Mom’s smile faded. She pointed toward my closed bedroom door and said, “He’s in his room, throwing a tantrum.”She said loudly, “Ches, come out! It’s New Year’s today. I’m not going to punish you anymore.”I shouted, “Mom, I’m right here! I’m not in pain anymore. Dylan got better, too!”But no one could hear me.In the room, my tiny figure was curled up on the cold floor.Mom frowned. “Chester, do you hear me? Come out!”Dylan slid down from Grandma’s lap and called out, “Chester, come out! I don’t blame you anymore. Grandma misses you.”After a few seconds, Mom’s face darkened.“Forget it, Mom. Don’t bother with him. That kid just keeps getting worse. He’s spoiled rotten.”Grandma looked at the closed door and shook her head. “Chester used to be so good and sensible. How did he turn out like this? Dylan’s so ill, but he still won’t cut his own brother any slack…”My heart tensed and felt heavy.Was Grandma disappointed in me, too?In the past, she used to feel sad for me
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Chapter 5
She stumbled forward and threw herself at me. Her knees hit the floor with a loud thud.When her fingers touched my body, she jerked her hand back. “C-Ches?”She shook my shoulder and said in a trembling voice, “Wake up! The floor’s cold…”I floated above her as I watched her shake my lifeless body. I felt sad seeing that. I wanted to hug her and tell her that I neither felt cold nor pain anymore. But when I touched her, my fingers passed right through her. In the past, I wished Mom would hold me like that and cry for me too. I wished for her warmth.I had finally gotten it, but I could not feel it anymore.Her fingers moved to my neck and paused for a few seconds.There was no pulse there.Then, she touched my face and tried to pry open my eyelids. She was desperate for even a single breath from me.Everything was cold. Everything was still.“No… No, that’s not possible…”She shook her head and mumbled to herself, “Ches, you’re just pretending, right? I’m so sorry. I s
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Chapter 6
I wanted to tell Mom that all those years of pain from the sun burning me, from the blisters bursting open, from my skin tearing when it stuck to my clothes, really hurt so much.But I had never blamed any of them. Grandma, who was at the doorway, heard the crying and wailing. Her vision went dark, and she collapsed.“Mom!” Aunt Deborah screamed and rushed to her. She and the people nearby scrambled to hold her up.The hallway erupted into chaos.The relatives were all in shock. Some looked conflicted and averted their eyes.Those who had called me insensible were left utterly speechless. I looked at them, and my heart ached.I had felt overjoyed in the past when they had praised me for being good.Dylan stood rooted in place. His fingernails dug into his palms as he stared intently at my pale face and at the wristband on my wrist.Lifespan transfer…He was the recipient, and I was the donor.He knew what those words meant.The wristband did not malfunction. It was not a
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Chapter 7
In the end, my body was taken away.Mom collapsed on the floor. Her gaze was vacant.I floated out of the hallway behind the stretcher. The sunlight outside was very warm. I could feel the heat without a single sting of pain.How wonderful! I did not feel hurt anymore.At home, everything fell apart completely.There were endless investigations, interrogations, negotiations with the wristband company, and countless legal issues that no one could clearly explain.Dad locked himself in the study, smoking one cigarette after another until the ashtray was piled high.Mom sat in the storage room all day, holding my old clothes. She did not say a single word. Her gaze was dazed and vacant.Dylan hid in his own room. He pulled the curtains tightly shut, refusing to let any light through.Overnight, the spoiled, lively boy he had once been disappeared, replaced by someone silent and withdrawn.He no longer acted like a spoiled child with Mom and Dad or made any requests. He could not
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Chapter 8
But every time I touched Dylan, my hands passed right through him.One time, Mom teared up when she saw the faint ring mark on his wrist.She then said in an eerily calm way, “Dylan, we don’t blame you.” But when Dylan heard this, he broke down crying and covered his head.“It’s all my fault! It’s all my fault! Why did I have to get this disease? Why did I have to transfer the pain to Ches?!“If it weren’t for me, Ches wouldn’t have died! I’m the one who should’ve died!”Mom held him tightly as they cried together.Dad wanted to hold Dylan, but his hand stopped midair.Tears welled up in his eyes. His lips quivered as he said in a choked voice, “It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I shouldn’t have bought that stupid wristband…”Dylan cried even harder. “Ches…”He called out my name repeatedly. He said in a hoarse voice, “I’m sorry… I’m truly sorry…“Please come back! Let me give your life back to you! I don’t deserve to live!”I floated in front of him and crouched down.I wa
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Chapter 9
The dinner table fell silent instantly.The cup in Mom’s hand crashed to the floor and shattered.She did not pick it up. She just stared at Dylan with tears streaming down her face.Dad turned his face away. His shoulders trembled slightly.Dylan, however, acted as if he had not seen any of it. He closed his eyes and pressed his palms together. Then, he said very earnestly, “I hope that Ches is in a very good place where everyone loves and adores him. I hope he’s healthy. I hope he can speak up whenever he’s hurt or whenever he wants to cry. I hope he doesn’t have to hold it in anymore.”His voice grew softer and softer until finally it turned into sobs.Everyone was quiet.All that could be heard was the crackle of the burning candles.I floated above the dining table as I watched Dylan cry and my parents’ pained faces. My heart ached with a dull, suffocating pain.“Dylan, my silly brother, all I wanted was for you to live a good life.”After the birthday, Dylan made a de
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