He was hanged. Brandon was found hanging from the banister. Suicide, they said. Poor lad. Mother was devastated, of course. Which mother wouldn't be? Father is just quiet since they found Brandon.
"Brian?"
I turned. It was Mother. She looked like a fright: puffy eyes, disheveled hair, clothes that was already a day old. She was shaking.
"Yes, Mum?" I asked. I hope she isn't asking for a hug. She looked tense.
"Can I have a hug?" Darn, she was tearing up.
I shook my head, standing up. "No, Mum. I'm sorry."
I went up the stairs, past the very spot I'd put that noose around my brother's neck and pushed him off the banister, and into the cluttered room we shared mere hours ago.
A/N : This isn't true either. I do no have a brother nor am I that violent.