I let out a sharp breath.

It wasn't a breath filled with relief or nervousness, but a breath filled with shock and disbelief.

My hands instinctively grabbed onto the shoulders of the person that's tightly holding the knife plunged deep into my gut. I didn't want to let go, but my strength is quickly leaving my body.

I stared into the eyes of Kyle, my own younger brother. I know that he could see the millions of questions and the extreme confusion that I'm currently feeling, but all of those emotions were immediately replaced by anguish when I realized that there wasn't an ounce of regret nor hesitation in his expression.

At that moment, I chose to let go.

I felt my body immediately collide with the wet ground as the storm continued to mask away any sort of noise. My ears are ringing, my head is pounding and the agony of my wound has left me feeling numb all over my body.

I tried to get up. I really did.

But I couldn't.

I wanted to chase Kyle and force him to tell me why he did this to me, out of all the people in the world.

My own brother that I have loved and cared for in his entire 19 years of existence just stabbed me out of nowhere.

I still can't believe it even after everything that just happened.

We were supposed to be on our way home from school when he suddenly pulled me into a dark alley. I didn't even realize that he was already holding a knife until it was too late.

Why? Just... why?

I can't remember a single thing that I did wrong to deserve this kind of treatment from him or from anyone for that matter.

I tried my best to become the friend and brother that he needed in his life. I supported him and gave him everything that he'd ever wanted to the point where I don't even have anything else left for myself.

And this is the only thing that he decided to give back to me.

All of my life, I've experienced all sorts of betrayals. This is the one that tore my heart the most.

I tried to cry out in pain, both physically and emotionally, in hopes of anyone finding me in this place.

"Please, anyone. Just help me, I beg of you." My mind desperately tried to hope.

This is the first time that I've ever wanted help from someone; the first time that I've ever considered needing a helping hand.

I don't want to die. Not here, not now.

I'm only 23 years old, goddamn it. I haven't even achieved anything in my life yet. I've abandoned all of my dreams because I desperately wanted to give Kyle a good life after our mother left us.

My life briefly flashed before my eyes, further reminding me of all the things that I've suffered through just for his sake.

I started working when I was only 13 years old as a newspaper delivery boy in order for us to eat, I abandoned the thought of finishing my studies because I want him to have that privilege, my only girlfriend left me because I prioritize my brother more than her, I'm always getting constantly mugged and robbed by the thugs who live near us whenever I go to my part-time work in the afternoon, and even Kyle's own friends make fun of me whenever they see me pass by.

My life had always been shitty and miserable, but I tolerated everything because I still have him.

Yet here I am, dying in a dirty alley with my brother already gone off to God knows where.

The anger that I felt doubled, if that was even possible.

If I had just abandoned that little shit back then, then I wouldn't be dying here in the first place.

I cried out again, but it was overpowered by loud thunder.

If I find him, I'm going to kill him.

Again, again, again and again.

Each time I open my mouth, thunder and lightning would always block out my words as if it's doing it on purpose.

What the hell, it seems like even the Heavens want me to die.

In the end, I gave up.

If everyone and everything want me to die, then so be it.

But if I get to live again, I swear that I will kill everyone in my next life.