Traitor
No. This isn't real. How can it be? My own brother, capable of such crimes, such horrible unspeakable doing. He didn't just kill those people he obliterated them. He destroyed all they were and all they could be, in the most vile, disgusting way. Now, it's my job to punish him. Locked in the room, only me, my brother and our mother. I turn to my mother, my eyes begging that someone else could do it but she just gave me a cold, empty glare back. I look back at my brother. "James..." I say quietly, hoping he'd show regret. But he smiled as he said "Yes Ivy?" I hold back tears as I hold the gun to his head, my hands shaking and my heart pounding out of my chest into my throat. "I'm sorry" My voice comes out weak and emotional. "No your not" James spits "You want me dead like the rest of them want, you think I'm a traitor" My brother's cold eyes meet mine. "You are a traitor" There's more power in my voice now but the hint of pain still corrupts it. He laughs in my face. He laughs maliciously and cruelly and with a hint of happiness. His laughter is cut off by a gunshot. My gunshot. He fell dead, on the floor. Oh shit.
