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Too young. Why did I do this? Its all my fault...

Michael was a year 12 student at a religious school, also belonged in a family of 5 three sibling's and a mother and obviously himself. But was murdered in a church the night before his graduation in a church, suffocated by the priest himself; brown, short brown hair, army green zip up jacket that actually belonged to me. I told him he would get cold in that black sweater and those black shorts. But as good of a listener he is, he is also very arrogant. His eyes, they were the most defining thing about him. Red. Blood red. As if someone took a persons blood and injected it into his eyes.

He was innocent. He didn't do anything, and no one cared. Not his siblings, not his friends, not even his own mother, and why is this? All because he went where he wasn't sure where he was. All because he was lost in amongst the tall wood stakes that rooted from the ground. The cold ground, the tall mans watching, he always is. Michael was chosen, now up on roofs and in trees. Bleeding from self inflicted wounds, bleeding from his neck down...

Drip

Drip

Drip

No one is coming to save me, like no one did for him. I didn't want to. I swear! I was forced. Rowan Myers the boys father married an another woman requested for me two hang him above the speaker podium. Where he would give speeches and inspire people to follow in the ways of God. Michaels boyfriend too, he was drowned by my wife who was more willing than me in the river. Michael watched, me and his father watched as well, and the worst part about it is that I couldn't do anything. I didn't want this, but he had everyone at steak. Me and Michael's father didn't even blink an eyelid as he watched the 19 year old take is last breath. I don't think Michael even recognizes me. His own older brother. He's lost it to the faceless man. A revengeful soul...

heh..

I'm the only one who knew and supported him, and he chooses the man in the black suit. He is following... that....thing... AROUND MINDLESSLY. I noticed all the coughing and pill taking but I thought he had the flu. Heh.. I should have known the same happened to Simon before he went missing, Jennifer too. I just want my little brother back...please...

"TERRANCE!"

I wake up from my dream sitting up looking around I see the plain room that I went to sleep in same oak frame and rustic furniture that I'm accustom to. I walk out of my room not because my little sister called me but to see my little brother. sitting on edge of his bed humming. Like he has been doing for the past five months, the same song over and over again. Never coming out of his room expect when we have to go to church or school other than that he just does the same thing, looking out the window. Like he is waiting for someone or something. But this time, he's...drawing?

I walk over to the side that he is sitting and look at what he drew. He's always been a VERY good artist if you compared a black and white photo and one his drawings you would know which one was the actual photograph and which one he spent 7 hours drawing. But this didn't look realistic at all.. in fact it looked for like the drawings that he drew when he was six dangling on the fridge.

This was creepy, the whole experience of being in that room at that moment. In fact the way he looked at me was creepier than the actual drawing. As soon as I snatched the drawing out of his grip he stared at me. Didn't say anything just looked at me and mouthed something that I couldn't understand. Then I looked in his eyes the reflection. He was behind me looking down at both of us. But I wasn't surprised...After all, some dreams and be suffocated into reality...

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