Chosen By Vic

Brothers

I went back to my house, my new house. Danielle said the house and everything in it was mine in her note. I was a nice house, brown and yellow exterior, palm trees in the front, same old broken doorbell. Vic's note over the small button in his somewhat messy writing was still there. A pair of his shoes were sitting on the little brick edge of the house.

I walked inside with key Danielle gave me the night before... her incident. The house was untouched, food still in the fridge and their clothes still in their room. I started to hear the rhythm of rain outside. I walked out, I usually loved rain. It was calm and gave me a sense of peace. But now I just felt like the world was mocking me of how my mentor, my brother figure, my best friend, was gone. Vic was a brother to me, his family took me in when I lost mine. My last name was Galindo but I grew up in my teen years a Fuentes.

I went into their room and laid on the queen size bed. Slowly, sleep got me.