I've been having dreams about my older brother as of late. The bastard.
I hate to post this kind of stuff online but I hate him. I have to tell someone.
He took the greatest people I've ever known away from me. Edward's gone though.
Burned to a crisp in our house. I've been seeing his charred body, in the woods as I slept. I've tried running but he keeps finding me, no matter what. And before I wake up he always says the same thing: It's YOUR turn.
Edit: There's something weird on his chest. A circle with an X inside of it. It looks like it was crudely drawn in marker. . yet somehow BRANDED onto the skin.