Blind Truth

Chapter 2

 I'm in a pitch black room. No sound except for my breathing and pounding heartbeat. Where am I? Confusion and fear run through my mind. I need to find a way out. I start wandering, hoping to see something that can help me escape this hole. After what feels like forever, I encounter a wall. I feel around for a light switch but instead feel a warm, thick liquid run between my fingers. What is this? I smear it on the wall unable to detect what it is. A bright, fluorescent light comes on, nearly blinding me. Once I uncover my eyes, I look at the wall in horror. It's covered in blood, there's blood everywhere, dripping down the white walls like abstract art. Where is this coming from? A drip of blood falls on my shoulder, causing me to look up. There he is, my brother, bleeding out while looking me in my eyes with his lifeless eyes. I shut my eyes tight, telling myself this is just a horrible dream. What part is a dream though, my dead brother or the room? Everything closes in on me and I feel my chest getting tighter. Is this real? The ground opens up and next thing I know, i'm falling and falling, unable to grasp onto anything but my fate. And right as I feel my last breath slip through my lips

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  I bolted awake with wide eyes and a pounding heart. I wipe off the sweat from my face and take a deep breath. It was just another nightmare. I look at my alarm clock which reads 9:21 in the morning and sigh. Another night of less than five hours of sleep. I pull the covers off of me and get out of bed, starting my day. As i'm in the shower, i replay last night in my head. I need to find out what happened to my brother, I deserve to know the truth. Where should I start? Social media can definitely give me a lead. There has to be something there, someone had to know something. 

  I grew anxious as I drove to the coffee shop, anxious for what I would find, anxious for what is waiting for me. It didn't make it any easier passing by me and my brother's high school. He was suppose to graduate and had a full ride scholarship to a university. I dropped out after he died, i couldn't handle the heaviness that fell over the school, the burden I had to carry as the sister of the guy who killed himself. It made me sick walking through the halls knowing he's not here. Knowing he had a choice to stay, knowing he chose to go instead.

  Going to the coffee shop gave me a sense of relief that eased my nerves. The familiarity of this cafe that I've been to a thousand times, from the easy jazz playing low to the strong smell of fresh brewed coffee always brought me to a certain place in my mind that even in a moment of despair, makes everything okay. I pull out my laptop and go to his favorite his favorite website to communicate on, my heart rate increasing by the millisecond. Once i'm in, I get notifications left and right, all condolences from family and friends saying the same piercing words-none of which can bring him back. I go to his direct messages and start to scroll through them. After what feels like forever I come across someone that catches my eye. His name is Alex and to say he looked sketchy was an understatement. I became nervous as the conversation loaded, not knowing what to expect. What I found was far more disturbing than I had ever anticipated. Alex was his drug dealer, he sold him just about anything under the sun. My heart sank reading this. Who was this Alex and how did my brother meet him? I have never heard of or seen him before, and trust me when I say he has a face you wouldn't forget. As the conversation progresses, I find out more and it doesn't get any prettier. My brother started dealing too. I became sick to my stomach and it was starting to get harder and harder reading this. I would have never guessed my brother did drugs, let alone sell them. They started talking about different people, one person in particular that went by the name "snake".  This was all too overwhelming. Who are these people and how did my brother meet them? I think of all of his close friends that may have a clue. After thinking long and hard, I know exactly who may have know these people, and possibly even why my brother killed himself.