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It just sort of popped into my head one day 
The setting is NOT in the U.S, btw.
I couldn’t believe my eyes, my beady little eyes. Rats scampered at my feet as I swatted at them with a rolled-up newspaper.
My twin brother’s corpse lay sprawled on the grimy back alley floor, the articles of trash littered on the ground beside him reminding me of the flowers people put beside coffins on burial days. His dark brown hair was soaked in a puddle made from the recent shower, which was red from the blood caking the whole back of his head. His eyes were wide open and frosted over. The moonlight painted his dark skin a pale blue, the stick-thin limbs I also had splayed in awkward angles. A stream of rapidly drying blood flowed from one side of his mouth, which hung open.
I scratched my head idly, not knowing what to do. There was a funeraria down the street, but I didn’t have the money to get him a coffin, and neither did my parents. And about my parents. How would they react? Dad has always been complaining about having to take care of both of us, and Mom never really cared for my brother and I, so I guessed that neither of them would mind. I bet they’d be too busy sleeping to even head out and look for the two of us at this late hour of the night.
I sighed and pulled my butt onto the nearby dumpster, dropping the newspaper. The metal moaned under my weight. The alley was sandwiched between two buildings, the tight space making me sick with claustrophobia. I hadn’t meant to push Jason off one of the rooftops; we’d simply been playing an innocent game of late night tag. The other kids fled immediately after it happened.
One of them would rat me out and then I’d have to serve some jail time. Simple as that. I didn’t really care; no futures ever awaited uneducated street children anyway.
I cast Jason yet another sideways glance. The sight didn’t give me chills, not like when I’d expected it to when I was scurrying down the rundown structure’s stairs. Sadly, there was no inclination to feel connected to him somehow. To me, he was just another friend I’d lost. A friend I’d killed.
The realization created a weak tremor that rolled over me.
I stepped down from my perch, careful not to get any of its mulch on my fingers. No one would probably notice if I dumped his body in the Pasig River. I angrily wiped away the tears that were steadily welling up. He was just my twin brother. I recalled having been taught that in the real world, no one else mattered more than yourself. Jason was just another pushover.
So, how was it? I'm planning to expand it in a while.
Haha =)) Thanks, Zelda freak
The setting is NOT in the U.S, btw. I couldn’t believe my eyes, my beady little eyes. Rats scampered at my feet as I swatted at them with a rolled-up newspaper.
My twin brother’s corpse lay sprawled on the grimy back alley floor, the articles of trash littered on the ground beside him reminding me of the flowers people put beside coffins on burial days. His dark brown hair was soaked in a puddle made from the recent shower, which was red from the blood caking the whole back of his head. His eyes were wide open and frosted over. The moonlight painted his dark skin a pale blue, the stick-thin limbs I also had splayed in awkward angles. A stream of rapidly drying blood flowed from one side of his mouth, which hung open.
I scratched my head idly, not knowing what to do. There was a funeraria down the street, but I didn’t have the money to get him a coffin, and neither did my parents. And about my parents. How would they react? Dad has always been complaining about having to take care of both of us, and Mom never really cared for my brother and I, so I guessed that neither of them would mind. I bet they’d be too busy sleeping to even head out and look for the two of us at this late hour of the night.
I sighed and pulled my butt onto the nearby dumpster, dropping the newspaper. The metal moaned under my weight. The alley was sandwiched between two buildings, the tight space making me sick with claustrophobia. I hadn’t meant to push Jason off one of the rooftops; we’d simply been playing an innocent game of late night tag. The other kids fled immediately after it happened.
One of them would rat me out and then I’d have to serve some jail time. Simple as that. I didn’t really care; no futures ever awaited uneducated street children anyway.
I cast Jason yet another sideways glance. The sight didn’t give me chills, not like when I’d expected it to when I was scurrying down the rundown structure’s stairs. Sadly, there was no inclination to feel connected to him somehow. To me, he was just another friend I’d lost. A friend I’d killed.
The realization created a weak tremor that rolled over me.
I stepped down from my perch, careful not to get any of its mulch on my fingers. No one would probably notice if I dumped his body in the Pasig River. I angrily wiped away the tears that were steadily welling up. He was just my twin brother. I recalled having been taught that in the real world, no one else mattered more than yourself. Jason was just another pushover.
So, how was it? I'm planning to expand it in a while.
Haha =)) Thanks, Zelda freak