I couldn’t breathe. My chest felt tight, my throat was closing, a knot of anxiety sat in my right shoulder. The weight of silence attempting to drown me

No.

That couldn’t be,

no.

“What did you do?”

I tore my eyes from my mutilated brother to look my other one in the eyes. He looked so scared. I’d never seen Tim like this before. His eyes were wide, his arms wrapped around his stomach. He looked sick.

“I, I didn’t-“ I tried to push past the ball in my throat, to bo avail

“What did you do!” Tim was screaming.

I couldn’t think

This wasn’t my fault

“WHAT DID YOU-“

I stood up quickly, socking him in the face. He fell like a ragdoll. I was shaking, the anger in me trying to escape.

Before I knew it I had a smoking gun in my hand and two dead brothers

It wasn’t my fault

I just needed a second to think

I let the silence take me.