Brothers

It is a beautiful day, not because the trees are showering red and brown or because the sun is smiling on me, it is because I am going hunting with my brother, my god. As we are walking on the path of those merry crunchers, I enjoy the sound that they make. My brother, the god’s face now starts showing anger lines and a disapproving frown. It would need just one crunch and he will ‘sush’ me. As I take a step forward, anticipating a ‘sush’, I see a deer run out of the gun’s sight and my brother, furious as he is most of the time, turns to me. And with a powerful jolt in my body, And a piercing sound, I hit the ground. My brother shouts my name “Kevin” and flees the scene of crime. As I tilt my head to see his short but manly figure running away, I sense the poking needle-like pain in my chest which slowly spreads to my arms and torso.Looking up at the sky, the empty canvas of my brain starts to paint the pictures of clouds and the blazing sun. I know nobody is going to bother seeing if something is wrong as I am wearing black and with my eyes open, I look like a person enjoying the weather. Even though my jaw refused to do it, my mind had an inside laughter.  My dizzy mind can’t get anything to do and my arm feels weird. As hours pass and the sun almost shied away from me, behind clouds because of my constant staring and the clouds seemed to guide birds to their homes, I am almost numb as if my body has accepted the bitter pain and I have almost camouflaged in the forest surroundings. I have now lost hope for the search parties to find me.

Peace,

Muskan💗💗💗