MidReal Story

The Walls

Anonymous

Feb 3
Scenario:A ten-year-old boy, Devin, recalls the day his older brother, Tobias, returned home terminally ill. Tobias, once a distant but generous sibling, arrives frail and covered in purple lesions. As Devin eagerly tries to show Tobias his Creepy Crawlers, his mother stops him, explaining Tobias is too sick. Tobias's final words to Devin are cryptic: “Look for me on the walls…” Moments later, Tobias dies, leaving the family in deep sorrow
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A ten-year-old boy, Devin, recalls the day his older brother, Tobias, returned home terminally ill. Tobias, once a distant but generous sibling, arrives frail and covered in purple lesions. As Devin eagerly tries to show Tobias his Creepy Crawlers, his mother stops him, explaining Tobias is too sick. Tobias's final words to Devin are cryptic: “Look for me on the walls…” Moments later, Tobias dies, leaving the family in deep sorrow
I was ten years old the summer Tobias came home.
It was a Thursday, I think.
The day before Friday.
The day everyone in our small town looked forward to because Friday night meant football, and football meant life.
My brother had been away—gone was the word my mom used—treated for his cancer.
He was eighteen, five years older than me, and we didn’t see each other often.
But I remembered him well.
He was kind to me even though the age difference made us distant.
I remember he gave me a book one time called The Little Prince.
I didn’t understand it much but I kept it anyway with the other stuff he gave me, the Creepy Crawlers I couldn’t get enough of when I was little.
My mom had given me and my two years younger sister a bath the day he came home, and while she was putting my sister to bed I snuck out of the house excitedly, pumped up by the news Mom delivered when she pulled the plug on our bath time fun.
Tobias was coming back!
I wanted to show my big brother all the new things I had: my rock collection, Creepy Crawlers, and the new bike I got for my last birthday.
I thought he would be proud of me.
His eyes would light up seeing all the things I did, the things I found since he left.
Running down the porch steps and across the yard, the grass tickled my bare feet.
The Walls