Why I Am Where I Am

"Zach?" I whispered, cautiously easing my way into the darkened room. "Are you awake?" I used my hands to feel up the wall, searching for the light switch. I found it, and flicked it up, but the light didn't turn on.
Weird. I thought to myself. I wondered if the electricity went out.
"Zachary?" I called again, no longer trying to be quiet. I needed him to sign our mother's birthday card, which he had refused to do the night before, so now I had to wake him up in the early hours of the morning to sign the blasted thing.
When he didn't answer again I became irritated. I was four o'clock in the morning, and I just wanted to go back to sleep.
I threw up my hands in defeat, not giving a fuck anymore. For all I cared, he could just not sign it. Then suddenly, the lights flickered on. I sighed in relief and spun around back towards my brother's room. I sighed in relief as I spun around to go back in my brother's room. Now that the light was turned back on, I could-
My plans were cut off when one thought overwhelmed my brain: God that was a lot of red paint.