"I tried killing myself," James spoke up. This was not a proud moment for him, but the truth. He was not much of a romantic, unless it came to his sister... The truth over beauty, he was a Biology major, after all, "According to my calculations, I--I..." He paused, hesitating, imaging his sister's world with him dead. It didn't matter, he had been replaced by some--, "I should have died, but... miraculously I did not. The doctors think it was a miracle. I... I happen to think it was a curse." He scoffed, realizing he had said too much already. No, he said to himself, any information about this situation was vital.
He looked away, annoyed with himself. Obviously, he was the weakest link. He coward a bit, the voice daunting him for having been the cowardice of the group. Defeat was chewing his brain, like a worm inside of an apple, just munching away, chatting and munching.