MY BROTHER IS DEAD || Echo_Rizz [W.I.P]

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How long has it been? How long has it been since he lock himself away?

Days?

Weeks?

Months?

Years?

It felt like almost an eternity, it felt like forever but somehow.. I felt an slow realization sinking into my thoughts, a frightening haunting fear that I didn't want to admit.

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My brother.. is dead.

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"My brother was never like this, not ever since our parents passed; he had never resorted himself to fully shutting himself away. He would sometimes said oddly weird phrases; a poem or something, it sounded weird but is it normal for adults to be this.. creepy? He's still himself, I am sure of it! But.. why do I feel like sometimes that the man living in my house.. is a monster only wearing my brother's skin? Must be my imagination, haha! I am sure big brother wil be fine soon!"

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"Right..?"

That was the letter he wrote, he wrote that when he was just a child. Before the day he came to a realization at a young age that his brother was long gone, the day before he left to join the military force. The day where he had to come back home, to collect what was left the debt of his old home; he could still sense 'him'.

The man, the same man.. who wore the disguise of his brother.

The same man, who he witness at his bedroom at his door when he was a child; he will never forget that night.. the night he found out the truth.

..The horrible truth that his brother was already long dead.

{T/W: Death/smoking mention, su!c!de, trauma, blood/gore mention}

[DISCLAIMER! :- PICTURE COVER IS TAKEN FROM PINTEREST BUT THE DESIGN AND TEXT ARE MADE BY ME.]