(C) o l o r b l i n d.

Goodbye, brother.

[ TW: loss, murder, gore, very graphic, stabbing, knives, descriptive death, etc. ]

You tell Jake the story of your brother;
"
it was June 16th, and you were coming home from work.
Your brother tended to stay in the apartment alone most of the times but tonight he had decided to go out on a date with someone whom he thought was his soul mate.
You never knew who it was,
And you never blamed them either.
But you and your brother were the closest of friends and the best of brothers.
Nothing had ever caused a fight between you two, people practically called you perfect.
Perfect.
Perfect was a word you hated. And is still one.
As you drove up to the parking lot where you normally went to,
You noticed the space that you usually filled was taken.
And you parked one space next to it.
You hated this change but chose to ignore it.
And then everything was normal until the door to your apartment was wide open and there was blood,
Everywhere.
You walked into the house, and saw the knives were all missing,
And you then called the cops.
They told you to wait outside and went into your /old/ apartment.
And when they came out they came out with one person.
A short, buff, red haired man with one tattoo that said
"Faith 1969-2016"
But the next person to come out was your brother.
On a stretcher.
Stabbed with all the different knives that were missing.
And his body white as snow, except for the red tints and streams flowing down.
And he was barely alive.
Then
you woke up in the hospital and they said
"I'm sorry.
Your brother died an hour after the attack.
He had lost.
To
Much
Blood."
"