My Brother, His Brother

Chapter 1 : Kaviel : My past.

CHAPTER I : KAVIEL : MY PAST

It was a starry night if I remember...it was just me, my brother and mother. I don't recall the way they look, that was a long time ago..when we were seperated.

I have a few recollections of what happened. It was October seventeen when I heard the screaming, the gunshots, and fire. I saw blood.

My family gone. Taken away. My mother...laying on the ground with red liquid on her face, I don't know where my brother is...his name was Isaac. The only reason I fought for life was because of him. Isaac was my other half as my mother used to say. He was my twin. He was my Brother.

And now he is gone. Half of me is also gone. Now I live with my papa that sell goods in the market.

I help. But I only think of him and my mother. I am distracted.

I slip. Oops. BANG! "Ow..that hurts." My papa hurries to my side. "Are you okay Kain?" Yes. Kain is my name if you didn't know. Sometimes I forget, I was called Kaviel in my past. And I never forget it. They changed my name, the men did. To Kain. They say Kaviel is a fancy name. A name should be hard like rocks. I don't like rocks. In the past children throw it at me which is pretty annoying. I thought it was a game. I wanted to join! So I grabbed a stone and I threw. That was the second time I saw blood. The second time I heard screaming. Well..not really the second time. The girl was okay. She was brought to a white car a siren kept screaming they hurt my ears, later I found out it's called an ambulance. They bring people to the hospital to be cured. But now I'm scared of rocks. Rocks hurt me and hurt others.

When mother found out she scolded. She said "Don't ever. Ever. Hit a person. Especially if its a girl!". I was sad. I did not know the stone would hurt. But if a stone hurts when I throw, why do children do it to me? Are they also scolded by they're mothers? I will never know. I never told mother about how I felt.

Mother would be sad. She would cry. So I never told. I never told.

Mother would act like she acted when a man left her. She told me and my brother, Isaac he was our father. A father. I had a father. And he left. Left me. Left mother. Left brother. Why did he leave? I will never know. But why did he leave? We will never know. I will never know. He's gone.

I see my friends with they're 'Fathers', I often wonder if life would be different with my father. If he never left. Would mother still be covered in red water? Will Isaac still be with me? I will never know. I can not ask. I keep secrets, away from my family. Away from people.

My past is often confusing. I can't remember well. If I think about it the memory turns fuzzy like when I tried my papa's glasses. Papa sells coffee, its hard to see in the steam papa says. Papa is the one who adopted me when no one wanted me. Papa is my home. Papa never left me. And I will never leave him.

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