A 15 Minute Ride

Bro spent 7 days in the hospital.

Mom stayed with him, all the while. Day and night.

House was managed by me, kinda. I didn't do much, but I won't say I didn't do anything either.

To the hospital and back from it - everyday. Pains me to see someone as young as him in this state.

And now, my 'rents are sick.

You ask me why I failed my math test - how could I possibly concentrate?

You don't understand the current situation.

Can't study for the test. House is in a mess.

Is a life or a test more important?

Don't blame me if I fail. I'm not sacrificing a life for high marks in a mere test.

Heartless fools. People are sick here, and there you complain, criticize. Aggravate the matter; add on the pressure.

Say you don't know me. Don't fucking care if I die. Become non-existant. Invisible, ignored.

Fine. I'll mark your words.

And the source of all problems is back.

Can't possibly go on like this...