Random things that I write when I'm bored

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Tw// death and description of injuries.

Silence dawned across the room.

No one dare utter a word.

You wouldn't in this situation.

It's not everyday that you are observing your brothers body. Watching as he lay unmoving on a hospital bed.

An arrow protruding from his shoulder, bruises blossoming across his arms and legs, dried blood painted under his nose and eyes, a scorch mark across his face.

Nobody wanted to clean his body. He was too fragile. They were afraid that they'd break him even more.

This was going to scar him, both mentally and physically.

It'd scar you too, unbeknownst at first, but it'd become more apparent in the days, weeks, months and years to follow.

You'd never forget what it's like seeing your brother's half sunken eyes staring upwards.

Unmoving. Unfocused. Dead.

It'd take a few days or so for him to come back.

He WOULD be back, they always came back.

But this was his fault.

Not Ben's.

It was Noah's.

It was all his fault and you'd make sure that he paid for it.

Even if it took until your last breath.

You WOULD stop him, you always do.

He was your mutual enemy after all.

But he was also your soulmate.

Now that's where things became difficult.