Time

Part 3

The whole world seems to stop. The clock stops ticking, and i'm no longer focused on when this class will end. The teacher stops talking, every student in the room freezes, the only one smiling, is my lovely brother, Michael.
He waves his gun at me. "You think i'm crazy, Julie." He laughs. "But i'm not. I'm normal. I can be normal. I can make my own lunches. I can be my own person."
"Yes, I know you can. But this doesn't prove that now does it?" I say, calmly.
No response. The whole class is dead silent. The teacher even froze mid writing an equation, afraid to move.
"Now, i'm going to kill you." Michael smiles.
A wave of fear ripples through my body. Think fast.
"Michael," I say, standing up slowly, putting my hands in front of me defensively. "Mom wouldn't like this. You are going to get in trouble, grounded even. She'll take away your xbox, and you won't get dessert for weeks!" I say. His face puckers up.
"I don't want you to get in trouble, I won't tell her if you just give me the gun, Mike. You won't get in trouble if you give me the gun." I say, moving closer to him, holding my hand out.
He seems to be having an argument with himself. "How do I know you aren't just lying to me?" He questions
"I'm your sister, I don't want anything bad to happen to you." I've told many lies to him, but none like these before. I'm about two feet away from him. "Just give me the gun." There's a long pause, until he lowers the weapon down to my hand at waist height. As soon as I feel metal to hand, I throw the gun to the wall behind me, and throw a punch at my brother.
"HOW *punch* COULD *punch* YOU BE *punch* SO STUPID*punch* AS TO *punch* DO SOMETHING *punch* LIKE THIS" I scream at the top of my lungs. Tears stream down my face, and blood sprays from the blows to my brothers face. He falls to the ground, but I don't have the sympathy to stop. I sit on top of his stomach, take his head, and smash it multiple times into the carpet floor. He stops struggling. He stops moving. It feels good after all these years being his punching bag. My moment of glory is interrupted, when swat team members crowd the door.
Facing the door, I look up, not stopping smashing his face in. Sweat pops on my forehead. "STOP" A swat team member commands. "STOP OR ILL SHOOT!" Something inside me wants to shout;don't shoot me, i'm not the bad guy! But at this point, i feel like the bad guy. Michael is dead, but the anger has taken over me, and i'm nowhere near stopping.
I hear a loud bang. I suddenly feel a powerful force at my chest. I can't control my movement anymore, feeling helpless as I tip over to the ground. The last thing I see are the swat members rushing over to me, hovering above me. The black curtains are slowly pulled on my vision, my hearing is submerged into nothing but a soft hum, and the world I once knew fades into a dark abyss.
9:37. Time of death.