Living In His Shadow

Marcel has always lived hiding behind his brother, going unnoticed but feeling protected by him. When his brother is diagnosed with Cancer he had to break out of this habit even though it comes with ups and downs.


3. Three

When we reached the house Harry went straight to his room to rest in bed. I wasn't sure what to do so I spent most of my time wandering around the house looking for something to clean as I worried about the assignments that I had forgotten to get before we left, it was going to take days to catch up on the work in all of my advanced classes.

When I was walking back to my room I noticed that the light in the bathroom was on and the sound Harry vomiting was silent, he never was but what was he doing in there?

"Harry?" I asked as I walked to the door. "What are you doing?" I asked watching him stand looking at himself in the mirror.

"Come here Marcel." He said, I did as I was told standing beside my brother and looking at him in the mirror.

"What's wrong?" I asked noticing the way that his eyes looked, wet and red. As if he were about to cry.

"It's hard to stay positive about this Marcel." He started. Turning to look at me.

"Harry, what are you talking about?" I asked him beginning to feel my heart race. If he was going to give up then that meant that this was real.

This disease was taking over my brother and he was giving up then it meant that it was real. "It is just going to be you one day, wether it's sooner or later."

"Don't talk like that. You said not to talk like that." I said begging to feel tears coming to my eyes which made my black eye hurt.

"Marcel, it is going to happen." He said making me want to sob.

"What is supposed to happen to me then?" I asked him. "What am I without you? I am known as your brother when your gone I will be that 'once was a twin' boy. The boy that everyone simply gives a sympathetic look at."

"I think good could come out of it." He said looking at me. Then he looked down at his hands, where I noticed a razor was ready for him to use. "I have chemo tonight, but I'm tired of all of this." He said lifting the razor.

"Harry, what are you doing? Don't do that!" I yelled at him but it was too late he had already started.

I looked at the floor watching it all fall hitting it, his hair was coming down as he shaved it until there was nothing left.

"Why do you do?" I asked him in complete panic. "You aren't thinking this out, you are going to have to do what you were afraid of and tell people that you are sick."

"I'm tired of hiding it." He said simply. "Stop calling it sick. It's called cancer."

I sighed softly as I heard our mother come into the house. Harry came running down the stairs proud of what he did.

"Boys how was your- Harry! What did you do to yourself!?" She asked truly looking at him terrified.

Then something I never thought would happen, happened. My mother broke in front of us, tears fell from her eyes an she sobbed holding Harry in we arms as if she would never be able to again. She was realizing what I once did.

I couldn't get emotional about it, that wasn't what Harry would want, so many people around him constantly crying. He wants to see smiles.

He eyes lifted to mine and widened. "Marcel what happened to you?"

"I uh.. Mom it's happening again." I said rubbing my arm.

A/n: thank you so much for reading! Please leave comments to let me know how you are liking the story. :)

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