in a different time

Chapter 2

Dear.. brother

I tried to leave your house. It was due time to go home. But I couldn't. It's not that I couldn't physically leave but.. it felt strange. Being dragged back to that house wasn't nice. I quickly packed up my stuff and drove back. There wasn't much I was leaving behind anyway. 

I hoped when I got back you would be there.

You weren't there. I drove up and entered the house again, the same mess I left it in. There's no way I'm going to be able to survive here. The house is slowly falling apart and it barely has a heating system. The woods around it feel as though they are closing in constantly.

I know why you moved here. But I'm not sure why you called me here.

You know, brother. I was doing great. Alone in the big city nothing but myself and the noises of the cars rushing past. It wasn't a healthy life. With just me alone but it was mine. 

I remember being dragged back after one of my many attempts to leave.  They're hands weren't quite right. Old and wrinkly though the claimed to be in they're twenties. 

Unsettling.

But that's where we were. It was nice at first. Till everything crashed down around us. After one of my many escape attempts they tried a ritual? I think you would call it a ritual. They tried to call upon the skin as they called it. They said it would keep us all young.

I never really believe them. But you did. You believed that this was the best place for you too be.

Your knowledge only ever made you better and defending stupid things you did. I always knew your knowledge would be the death of you. Or what took you away.

I on the other hand noticed what was going on. Just as they started the ritual, I noticed them making a huge bonfire. This big beautiful thing. But it felt wrong so I packed our bags while they were distracted. 

You noticed and tried to bring me back. But I was no use I just felt something was wrong. I grabbed you and we left. I drove as fast as I could with you. They you dessented I knew it was for the best. To leave. You would never believe my reasonings for why. I know you far too well, brother. 

When we were far enough I away I decided I should let you out. Considering you were screaming and trying to get out the whole drive away. You stormed out. And I don't blame you for that. You really believe them. you left somewhere on foot. And I drove away mad. I didn't think you would end up tied here. 

I think that's what happened atleast. But I left towards a big city. With the money I had left I enrolled in college on a few scholarships. No clue how I managed to land those. Soon after I got a job. I even got married. But that only lead to misfortune. What should I expect anyway. My world crashed around me and my nice apartment turned into a dingey motel downtown. And then your letter came in the mail.

I have no clue how you found me. But you did. I guess I'm times of need you were always able to find me. And I came to your house ten or so hours away from the motel. (I know the owner and he was chill holding onto my stuff.) and your house had no signs of you expect for the crumpled up papers in the ground. They lead to your cabinet of notebooks. On of the torn out papers said "He's coming. Hide" 

After that and the blood on the papers I came to the conclusion he already came.. and your dead.

From Anthony.

Your scared and alone brother.