I'm walking through the woods with my brother, Greg. He told me he found one of the rare owl species, the Rainbow Owl. It's only found in the Western United States and some parts in China. I can see why it has its name. The feathers are multicolored it looks like a rainbow. What I don't understand why he took me at night. I stopped in confusion and turned to look at him. "Where is it?" I asked him. Greg said nothing and pulled something out from his pocket.
It gleams silver in the moonlight. I was confused until I realized what the object is. A knife. Panicked I start running. I barely ran a foot when he grabs my hair. I feel the stab as it enters my stomach. He stabbed me two more times and ran away. I knew it was only a matter of time until I died. I mumbled a question with my last remaining strength.
"Why, brother?"
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Teresa's Story
Short StoryA prequel to "A Brother's Guilt." The point of view of her death on that night.
