You were Johns older brother, he'd admired and looked up to you his whole life. You practically raised him since your mother passed and your father struggled with a bad addiction and alcoholism...

Unfortunately, you followed in your father's footsteps. The print's fitting perfectly.

You started a heavy addiction and no matter how much you tried to quit for your little brother, it always came back. It hit harder every damn time.

You were on the couch of your living room drinking a beer and smoking a cigarette when Johnny got home, neither of you spoke a word as he quickly went up the stairs to his room.

However he didn't hear the sound of his journal dropping from his backpack.

You went and picked up the notebook, flipping through the pages until one caught your eye.

You read the lines; "If only you loved me like you love getting high." One of the sentences read... He was writing about you. It shattered your heart.

You failed your baby brother.