Unequal

Corpse

A life size puppet hung by his neck on the rope of life, stolen of the sparkle in a human's eye, and a cold warm touch on his pale skin as his life was slowly fading. Thereafter his pulse vanished, seconds, minutes, and hours ticked away on the clock, until his flesh was discovered hung like a murdered chicken in a butcher's shop on the gloomy, gray roof of the shed. The world in which his presence was found was flooded in sorrowful, ceaseless tears, yet one person, his brother, shed not one tear. It was not because he wasn't distressed at the sight of the corpse of his beloved, younger brother, nor was he being valiant and holding his melancholy inside, his tears were simply being restraint by chains not even he could shatter as he found a letter addressed to him beside the rotting meat his brother now was. That moment he knew this tragedy was not caused by another, but by the victim himself. "His brother had killed himself, but why? His brother had never been bullied, on the contrary he had always been loved, he had been the best in school, and had a bright future ahead, he had. So why did he commit suicide?" The older brother of the corpse wondered as he opened the letter, reluctant to know the answer to his riddle, yet unsatisfied until he knew why, as a curse was placed on him, drowning him in a mysterious guilt.