How have we come so far

Prologue

( Listen to the song if you want to set some of the mood )

2 weeks before

A blood-curdling scream echoed through the small halls of the high school. A metallic scent fills the air. A set of stairs can be seen with a figure crumpled at its base. Blood pools on the ground coming from a bloody wound in the figure's chest. Another figure stands on the stairs blood staining his hands. The figure on the stairs trembles with tears streaming down his pale face. A whimper builds in his throat as he stares at the lifeless form of his little brother. His long brown hair matted with a few drops of blood as he starts to slowly walk down the stairs. In his hand, a small knife is clenched. The knife is drenched  in blood and the blade is the same shape as the wound. His hands shake as he gets closer to his 16-year-old brothers still form. A sob tries to claw its way out of his throat but he swallows it back. He falls to his knees and holds his brothers still warm hand. His brother's neck was at a strange angle and he cries. 

"I'm sorry Chris. I'm so sorry" he cries out hugging his brothers still form to his chest. 

His younger brothers blond curls going everywhere as the boy Jackson started rocking back and forth. Christopher's blue eyes staring into the distance his mouth slightly open as if he were going to cry out before his death. Jackson's once bright blue eyes dull from the grief of losing his brother. Tears streaming down his face as he continues to rock back and forth. Footsteps can be heard descending the stairs and a strangled gasp is heard. 

"Jack... What happened?" the voice of his best friend Damien can be heard. 

Damiens light brown eyes filled with horror at the scene before him. He runs his lightly tanned hands through his short black hair. He walks towards his best friend and puts a hand on his shoulder. He lightly unwraps Jackson's arms from his brother's body. Jackson struggles against Damien before falling back and laying on the ground. Jackson runs a crimson-stained hand through long brown curls. Damien has a sympathetic look on his face as he watches his best friend fall apart at the seams. It is then that he noticed the blood-covered knife that he knows looked familiar. He thought for a moment before a soft gasp escaped his mouth. He recognized the knife because it was the silver handled pocket knife that Damien gave Jackson for Jacksons 18th birthday. Horror fills his eyes as the thought of his best friend killing his little brother filled his mind.

 "Jackson... Tell me what happened" as Damien spoke his voice cracked and a tear fell out of his eye.

 Jackson sat up hugging his knees to his chest.

 " I killed him, Dame... I killed Chris" Jackson bursts into tears and Damien rushes to his side. 

In the distance a gunshot and agonized scream is heard making both young men look up in alarm.  They glance at each other in concern.

 A.N ( This is my first story on Wattpad so please be kind. Advice and comments are welcome)