I've Shot Down Your Argument

I could see him laying there, my little brother. He'd been in a coma all his life, and I was starting to wonder if he would ever wake up. I never could properly study, knowing he lay here in deathly silence, as if his mouth were sewn shut. I love him, I just want him to be happy. I just wish he could open his eyes even once to see the world around him. But maybe... maybe he should've died instead, considering how the world has gotten without him. There isn't even much of a point to learning anymore, and I can't even remember what my school's name was, let alone the last time I attended. Even if I have to board down windows, even if I have to keep generators running on stolen gasoline, even if I have to keep traps in the hospital to keep Them at bay. My little brother will live.