“I have held many things in my hand, and I have lost them all. I held my mother so tight as a child, and lost her at the hands of my father. I held onto my father and his riches, until that two was lost at the hands of my father. He ended his life when he lost his own riches which he held onto tightly. I held onto you, as the only person left in my life! And you want to leave me!” I screech at my sister. She cowers from the gun in my hand. Loaded and ready. All I have to do is pull the trigger. “You can’t leave me. And you can’t take her.” I twist on my heals the point the gun at my sister’s lover.

“No!” my sister shouts and tries to dive for him. She’s seconds too late to protect him from the bullet in is leg. Straight threw the femur. My father taught me well.

The man groans and my sister tries to assist him. I laugh lightly before becoming more angry. They aren’t even looking at me anymore.

“I have enough bullets for all your bones,” I step forward to stand in front of the couple. “Walk away from here. Leave my sister, and maybe I’ll leave you. You may help him up sister.” She pauses and I point the gun at her. “Help him up.”

The two climb up together, using the wall and each other for support.

“I love you,” she whispers once he’s standing and slowly releases him as he hobbles towards the door.

“See that wasn’t so bad,” I chuckle and point the gun at the back of the man. My finger contracts to pull the trigger and then…

Darkness.

I drop the piece of metal to the ground. My brother lays on the floor and Marcus has crumpled at the door. He was going to shoot Marcus. He was going to. I didn’t have any other option. I grabbed the nearest object and held it tight. I had to do it.

I rush to Marcus giving my brother a final glance. I don’t know if he’s dead or not. I don’t know if I want him to be or not. I put my arm under Marcus and help him stand.

We leave this hell hole together.