Billy was your older brother. He was someone who always shone with his personality, and you admired him for that. No one could dim that light in him, could they? One day, your aunt threw your brother down the stairs and he hit his head. They called the ambulance, and now they were at the hospital. If luck weren't on her side, your brother would have been disabled or paraplegic.

Everything was chaos in your family. The reason they discovered as to why your aunt pushed your brother was disgusting and caused a shock no one could have imagined. Your brother was abused by your aunt for six years, until your brother said he didn't want to continue with this aberration and was going to end it.

Now you were in the hospital, holding an apple in your hands while your brother lay on the stretcher, sleeping peacefully. He moved to his side and woke up. He still had the oxygen mask on, and the smell of the disinfected air was refreshing.

"Where... am I?"