“Kill me. Do it.” Joseph begged you with the knife thrust against his chest, your hand trembling.
“I-I can’t.” You choked out as tears spilled down your cheeks.
“Pathetic.”
You woke up with sweat pouring from your body, your heart racing. You sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, wondering how many nights these dreams would plague you. The floor was cold on your feet as you made your way to the door, unsure of what time it was. You walked quietly down the hall, as had become your nightly ritual. You stopped just outside his door before opening it slowly and peering inside.
He lay in the bed, pale, weak. You tiptoed into the room and stood next to his bed, his stillness gave you hope, hope that he had died in the night. You knew you’d never get that lucky, especially when he cough
