This Is Home
I step into the house, the one I grew up in and I feel a strange warmth settle around me. It’s not like the fire that runs under my skin, tainting my cold dead heart and clouding my vision in a red haze of anger. It’s almost comforting. It’s like my brother is here, my warm half, my light. I smile to myself.
I swear I can feel a pressure settling around my shoulders. Like a brother wrapping you up in his strong arms and telling you everything is going to be okay.
With that I know my brother is here, and know he isn’t going to let anything happen to me.