*Olivia*
“Byron, why are you doing this?" I asked in dismay.
I couldn't stand the sharp contrast between the cutesy pinks and purples of my childhood bedroom and the very dark turn this day had taken. I was scared and uncomfortable, but even more than that, I was confused.
Byron was my big brother. He was the responsible one, the one that I turned to when I was afraid and confused. Now, he was the cause of these intense feelings.
I stared at him. He was standing just inside the door, fiddling with a small item in his hand. It caught the early morning sunlight, and that's when I realized that it was a key.
The key to my bedroom.
Byron didn't speak for a long moment, just staring down at the key he held, twirling it around like a toy. He tucked the key into his pocket before raising
