Chapter 1, I think.

Just the two of us, enjoying each others company. My little brother would always complain that we never spent enough time together. I guess, in a way, that was true. We had grown a part as we grew older. Just recently, we dicided to renew our relationship. He hasn't changed a bit. The same moustache, the same haircut, even the same ol' French accent. Have I changed? He's told me I've changed a lot. My looks, the way I act, my personality. Is it a good change? I don't know.
We were in the middle of a conversation. He was talking about proposing to his love or something, when I began to feel...strange. It had happened times before, but not like this. I clutched my chest in agony. I could hardly breath. "Loofa, Loofa?" I barely heard my brother say as I was to focused on trying to breath. I started to wheeze, the pain in my chest rising. I heard my brother scream. Everything around me was blurry. I fell to my knees, choking and coughing. I felt my brother shaking me, screaming for help. Suddenly, everything came back. The room stopped spinning, and I fell forwards, gasping for air. "Loofa! W-what happened?!" My brother, Squeegie said as he gently helped me to my feet. "I...I just choked on...a fly, that's all." I said in hopes to calm him down. He gave me a furious look, looking me right in the eyes. "It wasn't a fly, It's your smoking! It's killing you. You have to stop it!" Squeegie shouted, his eyes glazed over with tears. "My smoking has nothing to do with it. I've smoked half my life, nothing's gonna' happen." I turned away from him and torwards my apartment door, making an attempt to leave. Squeegie grabbed my shoulder, yanking me around to face him. "Please Loofa! Please. I-...I don't want to lose you!" Tears slid down his cheeks, but I pushed him away. "Lose me to what? I told you, I'm fine!" Instead of leaving, I ran to the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it behind me.