Run, you have to run.
If you don’t run, your brother will die. Do it, you have to run faster than your limits allow.
I ran. And ran. And ran. I needed to run, for C. There was no way I could stop the bleeding on my own.
It was a mistake. The car flipping was my fault, I just-I just know it was. If it hadn’t been for me….
By the time I got to the hospital, I could barely speak. I had never ran so fast before. I didn’t realize I was capable of it. But…
But it wasn’t enough, was it? My brother…he still died. And-and it was my fault. It’s because I wasn’t fast enough. God I wish it had been enough.
C, if you can hear me, wherever you may be, please know I’m still running for you. I will never stop running. Not until I’m fast enough.
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