Flashes of blue and red blur my vision. The sounds of sirens pounding in my eardrums. This must be a dream.

Life was snatched from him because of me. There is no one to blame but myself.

Waves of guilt begin crashing over me as if I’m a drowning surfer. I’m suffocating in my own sins. How could this be? He was just here five minutes ago.

“I wish you were never born!!”— the last words I said to him. Almost as if I sped up his timer, ticking two times faster.

And yet now I can’t speak. Question after question being laid on me. I don’t want to answer because I am afraid. Afraid my dear brother will come after me.