A series of short stories

Please forgive me for what I did/do

I don't know what happened.

The yelling, the pain, the pot, the noise and then..silence.

My father's body hit the floor and the slow dripping of blood from his head to the floor was all I could focus on.

'Was somebody calling me?' I wasn't too sure as I continued to stare at the ever growing cold body infront of me.

My younger brother looked at me with fear, I terrify him. My older brother had a look of pity and surprise, he didn't expect such an act of violence from me. They must have been talking, screaming even but I couldn't hear. My head felt underwater but it wasn't uncomfortable or harmful, just comfortable like a warm blanket.

"I didn't do anything bad. I was only defending myself, so why are you looking at me like I'm insane?" Was the first set of words I spoke since this whole situation happened.

"Put down the pot, he's gone. It's over. You've done enough." Came the soothing and steady voice of my older brother as he inched towards me.

"I didn't do anything wrong." I repeated to him as he carefully removed the pot from my hand.

"I know, I know." 

I had begun to cry. The stress from the situation and the pain from my face and neck contributed to my breakdown.

"He hurt me, I—" I couldn't even continue to speak, my voice cracked and before I knew it my older brother began to comfort me. I was held protectively in his arms like he had always done when I had mental breakdowns.

"Don't worry, big brother's here. He'll make it all go away."

Those were words I'd always heard when he comforted me but they felt real here. Like I was about to lose him.

It's a pity I only realized it as they restrained big brother and dragged him away from me.