you need to embrace who you are now. the words echoed in his head, sending chills throughout his body and a dazed look of confusion on his face. ( my whole life, i’ve spent so much time drifting in the shadows. sheltering myself with a promise of safety under a code of survival. for so long, i’ve faked so much. brother or not, he doesn’t know who i am ; no one does, not even myself. )
’ i don’t know who i am.’
the words are spoken softly, almost in a whisper as his mind races with the thought of his blade driving into the heart of his prepared victim. he pictures the blood pooling on the binding plastic and then dripping over the edges, forming small streams of red and falling to the ground. it sets his teeth on edge, causing his own body to get chills at the thought. of course you don’t. you’ve been away from your family since you were three but i’m here now. i can help you. we can take this journey together. a body laid unconscious, the only movement being the rise and fall of the chest with every slow breath she took. it was mesmerizing. truly a beautiful sight but he shouldn't be thinking this way not about his own sister, even if they didn't share the same blood. ( a present, draped in my favorite wrapping paper. after all, harry told me before to never look a gift horse in the mouth. however i think that was just under the circumstances of not getting an atari on christmas morning. )
' does it have to be deb? i'm quite fond of her.'
she hasn't done anything wrong. she hasn't committed any crimes to fit the code. she's his sister but he can't help it, the darkness creeps and clouds his judgement. seeing her strung out like this, it isn't fair. such a beautiful display and ready for him to plunge his knife deep into her chest. but he's there biney, urging him to take the first steps to becoming free. we know very well who we are. fingers wrap tautly around the blade before setting it down on the table behind them.
' no, i'm not like you. i can't not her.'
