January 2, 2016. 3:45
He lost Michele in August of 2015, and since then, he had started hallucinating.
Doctor Richards had told me that he'd be taken care of and will be alright soon.
It's been months, and there's no improvement in Alex's condition. He still sees Michele.
He still thinks he's in a relationship with her.
Sometimes, I feel like telling him the truth of how she was killed in a brutal road accident,
But that's the thing that had made him like this.
I can't see him like this anymore. He's in pain, and he doesn't even know that.
I had purchased drugs illegally from a mafia.
I inject them in his body, while he's asleep.
I carry him to the passenger seat of my car, and make him sit there.
I drive the car to the railway track. I get out of it, and make him sit in the driver seat. I wipe the staring wheel and the gear stick.
I place one of his hands on the wheel, and other one on the gear stick.
I look at my brother, one last time. I kiss his forehead.
I close the door of the car, and walk away.
I turn around to look at the car, parked in the middle of the tracks. Tears are rolling down my cheek.
"I'm sorry, Alex." I say.
I walk back home.
The sun is about to rise.
I come back home, and get in my bed.
At 5 in the morning, I am informed that my car has been found, with a dead body inside it.
I have relieved my brother from all his pain. He's in peace now.
He and Michele are together, again.
I paid a price.
I have to live the rest of my life, without seeing my brother.
But I'm don't feel guilty.
My conscience has a justification.
I love him, that's why I killed him.
