Mika

T he sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach grows the longer I stare into the dark abyss of my prison. The cold, empty darkness is overbearing, swallowing me up and spitting me back into my worst nightmare. I relive the last few moments over and over again, like some horror movie stuck on repeat. The throbbing on my face is nothing compared to the heartbreak I've endured. His body is slumped over, tied to a wooden kitchen chair, the blood on the floor dripping from his arms and face. My screams are the only sounds surrounding me as I drop to my knees in the middle of the red puddle covering the cement ground. The color stains my skin as I reach out to touch him. His cold blurred body stays still as movements around us distract my mind.

We've been here for months, taken right from our home in Mexico only to be smuggled and forced into a prison in Texas or at least that's what I overheard. Some working of the Dominguez Cartel, the men that my brother considered friends, speak to each other in the distance while I continue to stare at my brother like this is some sort of sick joke, like just in a moment he'll wake up from the brutal death they gifted him with.

I know I'm next. We'll die here together. They would never leave a survivor and they only needed me to control him. My heart aches for having lost yet another person I love because of the fucking cartel. I can't seem to see past my anger for that family, that lifestyle, and everyone involved with them. They deserve to pay. Deserve a slow and agonizing death for what they've taken from me.

My twin brother, my other half, half of my very soul. Gone.

A choked sob leaves my lips while the tears fill my eyes as I stand, my hands are covered in his blood, and I place my palm over his lifeless hazel eyes, I swiftly move my hand closing his forever. The bullet wound on his forehead has stopped bleeding, but that doesn't stop the anger boiling through me. I speechlessly count the bullet wounds that entered his body, that's how many bullets the man who killed him will take. If I'm not dead by nightfall, I'll take his life for having killed half of mine.

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