Regret

My name is Thor Odinson. I used to have a little brother, Loki. He was practically still a baby. I just came home from his funeral. Loki did not deserve to die, especially not in the way that he did - mangled, crushed flat and churned up under a car's wheels. They would not let us see the body.

I have not yet told my parents it was a suicide. I should tell someone, and soon, because no one believes the driver when he says the Loki honestly did jump into the road from nowhere. An innocent man's life is being destroyed because of my brother's selfishness.

I told him that he was being selfish, and I told him that he would regret it, but I honestly did not thing that he would do it. I believed he was too young to mean something so serious. The guilt is incredible - you would never believe it. I was not there for him and I should have been.

I should have helped him and I did not.

I do not know if I can live with it - maybe he had the right idea.

I was right about one thing, however - him regretting it. I could hear him crying in the coffin throughout the service.