Light in Darkness -UsUk-

by pinkpoland

Diary of Arthur Kirkland- a detective in New York City. A brilliant detective, one of the best out there, sets foot in the U.S. to discover intriguing crimes that need to be solved. He partners up with his apartment roommate, Alfred F. Jones- an enthusiastic health major in college. They roam the streets of NYC and solve cases at every street corner.

7. 11 October, 2015

Entry #8

Why does it happen?

Why does the world snatch the lives of precious people who still had a lot to fulfill on its soil?

Last night, I got a call from Allistor. My younger brother, Patrick, died the previous morning. He was at the pub with Allistor and got shot by a drunken bastard. There was no way to save him, according to Allistor . The bullet shot straight through the heart and killed him instantly.

I broke down crying when I got the message. I was in the middle of cleaning the kitchen when I picked up the phone. I ended up collapsing to the floor, sobbing until my voice broke. Alfred rushed in to see what happened but there was no way I could tell him what happened. The words refused to come out for if I spoke them then they would, indeed, be true. And that was a truth I did not want to come true.

Patrick was the nicest of my brothers. Sure, we all bickered and deep down loved one another at the end of the day, but Patrick... he was always there. He talked to me about fairytales. I would talk about fairies while he talked about leprechauns. Whenever we got in a fight as a family, he would side with me.

He was 20. 20 years old isn't enough for someone to live. Patrick was going to go far. He was planning to move out like me, make it big in whatever he chose to pursue in. He was going to marry and have a family. He was going to drink with me and share drunken conversations about who knows what. He was going to help mum get the dinner table ready during holidays. He was

The next words were smudged due to tear drops that soaked this part of the page

My heart is heavy and I doubt it will ever lighten any time soon.

There are so many words and thoughts I never got to share with my dear brother. And now, it's too late. I'll never see nor speak with him again.

It's too late.

I digress. I have no energy to write anymore. This is giving me more grief than comfort writing this all out.

At least I have Alfred here with me. His words of love and actions are the only uplifting things in the world right now.

- A. Kirkland