I guess I should start with how I got into this mess...or whatever...

I was twelve...my parents were in the middle of a messy and slow divorce...not that I cared or anything...

My ten year old brother and I were coming back from our school and stupidly, were mucking about near a road.

My brother wasn't watching the road and was hit head on by a car...but he was still alive...barely...

Three men got out of the car to inspect the damage that my unconscious brother had caused...when one whispered and pointed to him.

Before I knew it they were beating the shit out of him...his eyes opened and he let out an unholy scream. I was screaming on the inside...I tried to run for him but I couldn't move. Silent tears rolled down my cheeks as his body went limp.

One of the men ordered another to take a picture and told him to "send it to Wolfie". They kicked my dead brothers body off the road and speeded away. It was only then that it seemed that I had regained my senses as I found myself running full speed at him.

I picked him up and screamed as I held him close to me. His beautiful baby blue eyes were now a marble white and his pale blonde hair was dyed red.

All my fault...This is all my fault...

The words rung loud in my head. Was it my fault though? Absolutely. I could have thrown my body on top of his to protect him but I didn't.

I sat there sniffling and shaking until someone whispered something in my ear. I don't remember what he said but, with each word he seemed to manipulate my anger until I snapped.