I-It was just a friendly joke he didnt mean any harm. I just I cant stop remembering That smirk on my brothers face. Looking up at him as he stepped on my chest. We were racing and I couldnt brethe so I just lied there on the concrete as we waited for our parents to catch up. I dunno why it bugs me so much but just the memory of his shoe pressing onto me as he asked "How are your lungs?" I just. It makes me feel so pathetic.