The Story of a Murderer's Brother

Chapter 2:Childhood

                                                                                                              Two Days Later

    I've been here for two days, at least that's what Mark has told me. I shouldn't believe him, but the part of me, the very sliver that loves him, wants to, so I will.

    He's been feeding me, prison food, but it's food at least. I want to go home, to my dog, my cat. My friends are worried sick, at least someone cares about me. Marzia and Molly are probably worried sick. Bob and Wade are probably out looking for me at this very moment. Man, I just want the things from when we were kids. I want my eight year old life back. I just want to be normal. Not have to deal with this pain anymore. Not have to deal with him.

I remember a time when we were playing as kids, Bob and Wade were there. I've known them for so long, they ran with me. Molly too. There was also Tyler, man, Tyler. Real geek, but awesome person. I miss them all. It's been at least 5 years, maybe more.

     Tyler was Mark's Felix. I didn't hang out with him often, but when I did it was awesome.

     You actually heard that right, the four of us ran when we were around the age of eleven. That was a sad time, my parents were killed, Bob's parents went insane and Wade hated his life so he came along, I don't remember why Molly did, I miss them so much.

     I'm thinking about my childhood and the evil comes in and sees me crying. "What are you, a pussy? No brother of mine would cry!" I looked away in disgust, this douchebag still considers me a brother, what an ugly thought. "Well, it's a good thing I'm not your brother then is it!" "Ok Sean" "DON'T CALL THAT!" "Ok then, Booper Dooper, if you wanna behave like that, looks like we're going to have some fun." He smiles evilly and walks away, coming back later with a knife and clean rag. "I told you to keep you mouth shut, and you didn't listen. Now that's not how a brother of mine would act, now is it?"