Beneath Me

3:00 am

Have you ever been in a situation where you were told to keep quiet about what you have witnessed? That is where my story starts.

"Wow! This was better than I thought. Who knew that White Castle tastes so much better at 3 o' clock in the morning?" I told my brother, Allen. "True that, little bro" he replied. The city was glowing like a Christmas tree. The view, surprisingly, is NOT one of the seven wonders of the world. But, this view sure ranks in high. I was about to take a picture of the view with my Nixon D3200, when a strange man walked in. He wore a strangely long, black jacket and a big, black hat, which covered his face. On his way to the front, he shoved my brother off of his seat. I could see the frustration in his face, so I said "Just leave him, don't mess with him. He gives me goose bumps" My brother shot me a look, before getting up and walking towards the man. I prayed that the man didn't harm my brother. As my brother approached the man, he tapped on his shoulder. Once he got the man's attention, he said "Yo, asshole, you kinda' shoved me off of my seat back there". I didn't see any reaction from the man. I walked over to my brother. "Let's just go home. I'm getting tired". I know my brother was ignoring me, because he kept talking. "Come on! You just shoved me off of my seat and you won't even SAY ANYHTING?!" At that moment, I saw the man pull out what looked like a Revolver, but I wasn't sure, but I was sure on one thing: he shot my brother

I ran and hid under the nearest table. I wasn't sure what was worse: the fact that my brother, my only brother, was dead, or that I might be next. I was trying my hardest to hide my breathing so I would be able to hear what else was going on. He was robbing my brother. I knew he took my brother's car keys, because his keys jingle a lot. He started to shout words that I couldn't understand. I could make up a few words. "You. Dead. This guy over here. Call the police. Your next. All. You". Then, I heard footsteps that became louder and louder. I knew what was next. He went down on his knees, and told me in a clam voice 'You will not tell anyone about this, ok? Or you will join your brother". I heard sirens in the distance, but he was in my brother's Mustang by then. Once I couldn't hear the car or sirens, I got up from the floor. I saw news trucks arriving near the White Castle, but I really couldn't pay attention to any of them. I was too focused on my brother, my dead brother. As the news crews came in, most of their cameras were filming me sobbing on my brother's dead body.