Deserted

II

I exited my room,my head numb and thoughts disoriented. The dress was replaced by a Pink Floyd shirt and black sweatpants. The once filled apartment was now empty. I made lunch for myself and sat on the counter,eating silently in the eerie silence. My eyed skimmed the apartment when suddenly my eyes landed on the black door with various "Keep Out", "Fucking Awesome" signs and slogans. My breath hitched as I found myself in front of the door. I,tentatively, clutched the handle and twisted it to the right and pushed the door open.
The darkness in front of me,made my body twitch, signalling to turn around but I still remained still. I turned the lights on of the room and just as I entered the room,I saw what I hated most.
My vulnerability.
My brother's portray hanged at the head post of his bed. My stomach churned. His blonde ruffled hair,his porcelain skin and blue-green eyes shimmering with mischief and his signature smirk made the water work start. I sunk beside the wall as I gazed upon my masterpiece with a new layer of tears coating my cheeks.
He's dead.
He's gone.
It's my fault.
My brother is dead.
Because of me.
My vision blurred as the last thing I saw was my brother smiling down upon me as I, finally, welcomed Death like an old friend.

*Completed*