moo123
He was always the odd one. Both physically and mentally, he was different. We always looked after him as if he were an overly energetic puppy: brand new to the world and curious about everything, always getting his paws in trouble.
But we loved him, and the day he left us was the day my world came crashing down. All those names, taunts and jeers from his classmates, they just got to him. Everything we loved about him, all his odd quirks, they made fun of.
They crushed him like an ant, merciless and menacingly, until one day it became too much for my dear brother, and he expired under his very own hands. Mere months before the cure was discovered.