i should’ve listened , payed more attention . i was the girl who laughed at him for making up stories , seeing things , hearing voices … but now he’s gone

Mason was only 7 , he was an anxious child so i always assumed he was just paranoid after what happened a couple years back . i’ll start from the beginning, three years ago our mother got murdered.

it was a late night and me and my brother were in our bedroom talking when we were meant to be asleep as we usually would but then i heard the smashing of the window , a loud crash before the screams came. i’ll never forget the screams. the sound of my mother’s voice breaking in pain and terror as the life was forced out of her. mason was the one who saw him. he walked into the room and found my mother’s body laid in a pool of her own crimson blood , him standing tall , towering over her knife still in hand drip , dripping blood onto the once cream carpet now saturated in warm red liquid.

He was in therapy for months , he said he thought someone was following him but we all assumed he was just traumatised from “ the incident “ as we call it , turns out it was more than that. I’ll never forgive myself if we don’t get him back. he was my little brother, i remember when he was born and i was so excited i told every single person in my class i had a new baby brother and i was going to bring him in for show and tell … but mum wouldn’t let me do that it was too “ dangerous “ apparently. I remember when we went to the beach for my 13th birthday and he went swimming for the first time but got stung by a jellyfish and i cried because he took the attention away from me on my special day. what id give to relive those times. I remember his laugh , his silly remarks , the way he would try prank me whenever he had the chance .

… but now it’s just me. he’s gone and it’s my fault , i should’ve listened.