I wiped the blood from my mouth without thinking and got my sleeve dirty. I tried catching my breath, but it was hard to breathe in a cardboard box with someone else. I would be taking a nap at home by now, if it wasn't for Jasper, my younger brother. Just as I was having thoughts of a world where he wasn't there, I looked over at him and he had been silent, hugging his knees spaced out. I got angry again, I wanted to scream how this was his fault, and ask him what he did, but instead I stared. 

"Didn't you hear what they said about Dad?" Jasper asked.

"It doesn't matter, what'd you think they were going to do after you did that?"

Jasper was quiet again.

This was the thing that made me upset about him, everyone thought he was an angel or something. I was the one who had to see how he really was, a manipulative, spoiled brat.