Silence...
Dark...
A girl walking towards home, holding her little brother's hand.
She didn't seem more than ten.
A bunch of older guys appeared... They seemed dangerous.
The little boy, glanced at them with his hand never leaving his sister's but instead, putting more strength to it.
The boys wanted money.
The kid was about to give in, his sister resisted.
The boy wanted his sister to stop speaking, but she kept fighting back...
Then a loud noise...
Then running footsteps...
Then silence...
A red substance in her hands- Blood
They shot him, they shot her brother and SHE was to blame...
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I suddenly woke up all swetty... It was this dream again
Since the incident I was doomed to revive that night in my sleep.
I don't complain though, I don't speak either...
He wanted me to stop speaking...
I regret that he had to die, for me to realise
the value of silence...