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My Brother
My brother- Parashar Bezbaruah
I am 6 years old. I have a brother and we are very close. We are raised by our uncle. Our parents are dead. They died mysteriously few months ago. That day is still fresh in my mind. Me and my brother were in our rooms. All we both remember is- the time was 10 pm. Our parents said good night to me. It was a very peaceful sleep. And the next morning at 6 am my brother wakes me up with a very odd and disturbed look. I suddenly felt exhausted and I called out for my parents, but to no answer. I rush to their room only to find them lying in a pool of blood, both necks twisted and nose shattered. I was horrified and disturbed from the scene. I am still in shock. From that day onwards me and my brother have been living with our uncle.
The image of our parents lying dead still haunts me. I still get sleepless nights. I can't help myself but cry hopelessly in shock, disbelief and horror. How can someone kill our parents in such a bloody manner? How can someone snatch away our parents from our lives in such a horrific manner?
Everytime I cry or have these thoughts, my brother always consoles me by saying " I am always there for you, my champ". This gives me a relief that at least someone is there with me, to look out for me, to care for me; unlike our uncle. I don't like him that much. He is abusive and doesn't treat me well. He doesn't give me enough food to eat, nor, a proper bed to sleep. My brother hates him like anything. I can see hatred in his eyes. I tell him sometimes "we shall grow big one day and stay somewhere else". He smiles and replies " I shall always be there for you, my champ".
My uncle calls out to me and orders me to sit besides him. He had a large bottle in his hand, a plate of boiled eggs in front of him and he was super drunk. I thought he called me out to have some of the eggs. But no !! All he tells me to massage his legs. I get angry. A fiery rage sets upon me. I shout- HOW DARE YOU TREAT ME AND MY BROTHER LIKE A PIECE OF JUNK??"
He was shocked and then he laughs. "Which brother you are talking about?".
I get confused and I say "my own brother".
He laughs and says, "You must have seen his ghost. Me, your father and your mother killed him. He saw us doing something which he shouldn't have. He was at the wrong place and at the wrong time. Him staying alive would be dangerous for us. So we finished him off."
I shouted in disbelief. That drunk bastard is blabbering anything he wants.The rage kicks in. "He is not dead. He is alive. You are lying."
Suddenly I feel a strong force inside me. I feel my body shaking and a strong voice coming from inside. "I AM NOT DEAD !"
My uncle's expression changes. There was terror in his eyes and he throws the bottle in disbelief. I see him folding his hands, begging for mercy. The anger gets the better of me. I look into his eyes. The look of his eyes says he has never seen such terror before in his life. I grab him by his neck, give it a twist and punch his nose. He lies there, Dead !!
My eyes fall on the reflection of a mirror besides the dead body. I move towards it slowly.
I stand in front of the mirror, my clothes smeared with blood, hands red and the face !
Suddenly, I feel different again. I feel the same. I feel me. Not possessed.
I am stunned, scared, confused, sad and amazed and terrorized. It was too much for me to handle. I look in to the mirror and cry.
And then in the mirror I see comforting myself and saying " I am always there for you, my champ".
And I feel exhausted and sleepy.
I am 6 years old. I have a brother and we are very close. We are raised by our uncle. Our parents are dead. They died mysteriously few months ago. That day is still fresh in my mind. Me and my brother were in our rooms. All we both remember is- the time was 10 pm. Our parents said good night to me. It was a very peaceful sleep. And the next morning at 6 am my brother wakes me up with a very odd and disturbed look. I suddenly felt exhausted and I called out for my parents, but to no answer. I rush to their room only to find them lying in a pool of blood, both necks twisted and nose shattered. I was horrified and disturbed from the scene. I am still in shock. From that day onwards me and my brother have been living with our uncle.
The image of our parents lying dead still haunts me. I still get sleepless nights. I can't help myself but cry hopelessly in shock, disbelief and horror. How can someone kill our parents in such a bloody manner? How can someone snatch away our parents from our lives in such a horrific manner?
Everytime I cry or have these thoughts, my brother always consoles me by saying " I am always there for you, my champ". This gives me a relief that at least someone is there with me, to look out for me, to care for me; unlike our uncle. I don't like him that much. He is abusive and doesn't treat me well. He doesn't give me enough food to eat, nor, a proper bed to sleep. My brother hates him like anything. I can see hatred in his eyes. I tell him sometimes "we shall grow big one day and stay somewhere else". He smiles and replies " I shall always be there for you, my champ".
My uncle calls out to me and orders me to sit besides him. He had a large bottle in his hand, a plate of boiled eggs in front of him and he was super drunk. I thought he called me out to have some of the eggs. But no !! All he tells me to massage his legs. I get angry. A fiery rage sets upon me. I shout- HOW DARE YOU TREAT ME AND MY BROTHER LIKE A PIECE OF JUNK??"
He was shocked and then he laughs. "Which brother you are talking about?".
I get confused and I say "my own brother".
He laughs and says, "You must have seen his ghost. Me, your father and your mother killed him. He saw us doing something which he shouldn't have. He was at the wrong place and at the wrong time. Him staying alive would be dangerous for us. So we finished him off."
I shouted in disbelief. That drunk bastard is blabbering anything he wants.The rage kicks in. "He is not dead. He is alive. You are lying."
Suddenly I feel a strong force inside me. I feel my body shaking and a strong voice coming from inside. "I AM NOT DEAD !"
My uncle's expression changes. There was terror in his eyes and he throws the bottle in disbelief. I see him folding his hands, begging for mercy. The anger gets the better of me. I look into his eyes. The look of his eyes says he has never seen such terror before in his life. I grab him by his neck, give it a twist and punch his nose. He lies there, Dead !!
My eyes fall on the reflection of a mirror besides the dead body. I move towards it slowly.
I stand in front of the mirror, my clothes smeared with blood, hands red and the face !
Suddenly, I feel different again. I feel the same. I feel me. Not possessed.
I am stunned, scared, confused, sad and amazed and terrorized. It was too much for me to handle. I look in to the mirror and cry.
And then in the mirror I see comforting myself and saying " I am always there for you, my champ".
And I feel exhausted and sleepy.
