Blood leaked from his neck into the pool that had already formed on the floor. I sat beside him, tears running down my cheeks. I had hurt him. I HAD HURT MY LITTLE BROTHER!
I got up, going to the CD player. It was too loud. Grabbing a random CD, I plonked it into the slot and hit play.
Panic! At the disco. Ironic.
The beat was heavy, headbanging. But I didn't feel like it. I could sense it.
He was dying.
I buried my face in my hands, holding back tears. The music swirled around me, getting louder until I couldn't take it anymore. I kicked it. It shut up.
Bet that voice is happy.
Yes, I am.
I?
Yes.
Who are you?
Ahhh, you'll have to wait to find out.
But-
Shush. You're making us sound like an i***t.
I rolled my eyes. Why was I talking to myself at a time like this?
At least it
