Last night I dreamt about my brother. He was in a field of flowers, with the sun setting in a calm range of oranges and blues. It felt like I was back as a kid with him, sitting and staring at the sky. But something felt different. He looked pale, grey to be exact with the half of his face all bloodied up and skinned apart. he was staring at me and smiling, Without moving or making any noise. The only sound that could be heard was the wind and leaves rustling on the ground. It's like he was forgiving me for what I did. Like everything I put him through meant nothing anymore. I felt sick to my stomach, watching him as he just smiled at me lovingly. I wanted to wake up from this dream but I wasn't able to. I was trapped in this hell with my dead brother. Eventually, I was able to wake up. I sat up from my bed and stared at the floor, tears flowing down my eyes. I'm sorry Laiven, but I had to do it. You were too much of a distraction. I had to get rid of you. I promise you will always be in my heart. In the heart of our church, hanging from above.