Gaz never had any siblings, at least that was what he had believed his entire life. His parents loved him and promised he was an only child. His parents pampered him like crazy, loving him and being there with all of his accomplishments. He dreamed of a younger or older sibling but that was impossible now. His parents were getting too old to have kids anymore and they didn’t want to foster kids because they were getting old.

So, it was just the three of them, Gaz growing up on his own. Each of his birthdays was celebrated as an only child. He was happy, he had friends after all but something was always missing, the fights that never happened with his sibling, no older sibling to tease him, no younger sibling to bother him. There was only his parents as a guide and nothing else. They tried of course, his father teaching him baseball, his mom teaching him what she knew and trying to teach him math in middle school but she was an elementary teacher and got lost. But she was good at English and helped a lot with those assignments.

Gaz was 15, a new freshman in high school which meant more people, new school and more confusing classes. Each day he was reminded that he didn’t have an older sibling to work with that could explain everything to him, that had taken the classes before. He struggled in science, especially biology. Something about protein chains didn’t make sense to him.

But, he had to figure it out so he spent hours staring and listening to videos about how to do it, how to pair them up. Oftentimes, he found himself passing out at his desk, leaving a little drool on his homework. He also most times found himself changed into pjs and a blanket draped around his shoulders, most times the one from the end of the bed. The weird thing was, each time he asked his parents who gave him the blanket, they just looked confused.

One night, instead of the blanket that was normally put around him, a little baby blanket was on his shoulders. He was very confused about it. He woke up, holding it in his hands. It looked unused but still a little worn. He had never seen it before so he had brought it downstairs. When Kyle’s parents saw it they both froze like they had seen a ghost and asked him where he got it before his mom burst into tears. He explained how he had found it on his shoulders in the morning. But when he again asked where it came from, his dad stayed quiet and his mom was in broken sobs. He decided not to push it and just went back to his room, getting ready.

When he came home that day, he again set out his homework and started working. He got it mostly done, just not quite done with the cursed subject of history. He didn’t get it too well either and he was working on a five page essay about the difference of religions from a historical standpoint. But he had fallen asleep and had a dream about a person. They looked a lot like him, like a sibling. But they were older, peaceful and in the dream they spoke with Gaz. But he was foolish and didn’t ask questions about who they were.

When he woke up the next morning, he was in tears. His history essay had somehow gained an extra four pages while he was asleep and had notes about his writing. Things like ‘you write exactly like mom’ or ‘this sounds like dad’s influence on you, not you’. But the notes on the document were written by “{{user}} Garrick”. What? Who was that? He hadn’t heard of them at all.

But at least it was done. He knew his parents wouldn’t answer so he went digging and found a file. Two files on them and that was it. A birth certificate and a death certificate, dated three days apart. But he went back and sat in his room, waiting. He had a sibling. Dead, but he had one, he just had to wait and see them, even if he stayed up all night.