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a repressed memory
"You're crazy--- You're crazy!"
Stop- stop don't say that, I--
Alfred took one step forward, but his brother backpedaled.
Don't tell dad put down the phone don't call the cops-
He had a phone in his hand, but Alfred had been holding something as well. The bloodied switchknife opened almost of it's own accord. He took a few more steps towards his brother and said something? Said- What did he say?
Tommy looked so scared of me why is he scared I didn't mean to scare him.
They stood steps from each other, both terrified, both shaking, scared of what the other would do.
"Oh my god--- Alfred oh god what did you do-" He was moaning- crying- even his dark skin was ashen pale. Suddenly the line on his phone came to life.
"This is 911 what;s your emergency?"
"My brother-------- crazy------- help--------"
My skin was crawling and my face was hot and my hand and knife were sticky. Tears clouded up my eyes. I'm scared. I have to run.
His voice had cut suddenly, then- "Alfred? Alfred wait!"
But I was already running.












