REAL

REAL -2

ERINE
Father's face turns pale. If he loved anyone, it was Surgish, my elder brother. He didn't even talk to him with a raised voice and now he shot him. His gun falls from his hand and he covers his mouth in shock. He looks at his hands in horror at what he did. I stay there in shock. Run Erine! His words echo my mind. But my feet don't move. I feel my legs shaking and getting weak. I think that I'll fall to the floor but I look at my brother's body which has stopped moving indicating that he is possibly dead.
  
Tears flood my eyes. He was the only one who loved me. Mom did too but she was selfish. Dad always made it clear that he hated me. But Surgish, he loved me. I ran as I thought about all the times we spent together. I can't let my father kill me. Not when my brother sacrificed himself to save me. I curse my dad in my mind. I don't know where I'm going but I keep running. I don't think that dad would try to follow me. He must be with Surgish trying to wake him up, guilty of what he did. It's dark outside. But moonlight helps me make my way to the city. When I finally reach the city, I am all tired and my bare feet are burning. My run has slowed down into a walk. I still take myself far enough so I can at least be assured that he doesn't reach me.
  
I finally lie down near a water fountain. This city is vaguely familiar. I remember me and Surgish brother sneaking out of the house one winter when our parents were asleep by the fireplace in the afternoon. It was cold and we ran as fast as we could, trying to keep warm. We had gotten to a bakery and he bought the orange-flavored cake. I had always wanted to have that cake with Surgish again but now that wish can never be fulfilled. This thought makes me sick. Tears escape my eyes and since I am lying, they pool on my cheeks. I use the sleeves of  my blue dress to wipe them off. I realize that there is blood splatter all over my dress. It is my brother's blood. The picture of him falling to the floor, motionless haunts me. I let out a loud cry. I don't know if I woke someone up.

I cried all night. I am away from the road but I still can hear vehicles speeding up and slowing down. Some are honking horns while some are producing a weird sound as they cross by. I am still crying. My throat is dry and my eyes are burning from all the crying.

- Day 1

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I don't realize when I fall asleep but the next day someone shakes me to wake me up. I open my eyes and squint them to adjust to the daylight. I see that there is my dad, he is shaking me, trying to wake me up. I close my eyes shut again as fear travels my whole body. A wave of relief washes me over as I open my eyes again. This time, it is not my dad.

I don't recognize this person. He almost looks older than my dad. It is just a guess but I think I'm quite accurate. He has black curly hair and I see that his eyes are a light shade of brown. He has got some wrinkles in his face, indicating that he's old but not that old. I stare at him and I am not sure what emotions my eyes carry but his carries worry. He gets me up and asks me something but I don't hear him. My mind is too busy at the thought of my brother. He killed him. He is a monster, a devil. He will go to hell. My brother! My body reacts and I cover my ears with my hand. I scream but no sound leaves my mouth.

-Day 2