The Power of Brothers
"WHO's THERE!". The young man backed against the wall terrified. He could hear the scraping of heavy shoes echoing around the walls. He didn't know how many of them there were. He couldn't see a hand in front of his face through the darkness.
"THE POLICE ARE ON THEIR WAY" he yelled in to the obscurity. But that was a lie. He couldn't call the police, it was too late for that. All he could do was count the seconds before they found him, for he knew they would find him.
He silently shuffled along the cold wall, trying to make as little noise as possible. He forced his mind to stay in the here and now, and not dwell on the things that were coming.
Then his phone betrayed him. Ringing through the darkness like a fog horn. A beacon to his tormenters. His hand furiously rooted around his pocket. Grasping his iphone he moved to through it across the room, but he resisted as the phone went silent. Checking the screen he saw his twins name. Thank God Kasey. Opening the text his heart stopped with fear. His brother, his best friend, lay dead in a pool of crimson blood, his head blown open, his eyes grey and lifeless. The cell phone slipped through his hands and broke on the floor, but he didn't care. His brother was gone, and so was his fight. Sliding down the wall, he waited for the inevitable.
Cut after cut.
Blade after blade.
Screaming, harrowing pain.
Blood streaming across the floor.
And as the last, life ending blade came down on his bloody neck, Ken McMurphy thanked God for the end of his long torment...
... But the torment was not over for all...
Our brothers and sisters are there with us from the dawn of our personal stories to the inevitable dusk.
- Susan Scarf Merrell
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