Her

Stain glass windows surrounded me. I sat in a pew by myself looking towards the altar in the local church. That's where my brother laid just last month. I slowly inhaled and exhaled trying to keep the flood of tears back. It's been about an hour, but I still find myself counting the seconds I've been here and praying to a God that I don't really believe in to answer my many questions and send someone to take this pain away.
Gunshots echoed through the streets, slithering into our apartment complex. My blood went cold. Our parents were both passed out on the couch with white powder all over themselves. I ran outside to see my brother bleeding out on the sidewalk. Two sodas laid next to him. He had just left to pick them up for us to share on the fire escape, like we did every Friday night. I called the ambulance, but no one could save him in time. He was pronounced dead at the scene.