I felt goose bumps run through my back I turned around immediately following the voice, but there was nothing. I could feel him staring deeply. I looked at my brother and asked him, “Where is he bro, where is he hiding?”
“He’s right there,” Josh answered calmly as he pointed in the same direction.
“I can feel his presence I just don’t see him,” I said hesitating.
Then out of nowhere Josh started walking to the area the voice was coming from. As he stopped walking he reached out his arms and in mid-air he acted as if he opened two doors to a cabinet. I still saw nothing.
The voice, which sounded deep at times then high-pitched, began to speak.
“I’m glad to see you again, your brother has told me so much about you,” the voice said. He then continued, “Your brother Joshua or Burial as I have named him has been a great student, I am teaching him everything I know so that he can be just like me. He laughed – loudly and obnoxiously.
“Josh, what the fuck bro, is this true?” I said
“You know I’m the black sheep of the family Gibran, nobody cares for me. I am alone in this life. You have your family now - your son. My dad left because of me…” My brother said as he looked at me with a fierce look.
“That is bullshit bro, I love you – I begged my mother for you to be born. We all love you you’re our brother –you’re blood,” I was now yelling, I had lost my temper. “Regarding my father leaving – he left because of his own fucking issues bro – let him work through it. What you are saying is not fair,” I said.
“You let him down Gibran, you have not taken care of your brother. Getting him in fights, stealing, vandalizing the streets, drinking alcohol the list goes on. I’ll take care of him in a much better way.” The voice said instigating the situation.
“Is that what this is about Josh? You’re right; I could have been a better brother a better influence but I’m learning as I go. Trust me, if I knew how – I would of. All I’ve done is take care of you in the way I know how.” I pleaded
“We’ve heard enough, plus I am getting bored,” the voice said.
Then I felt as if I was going to faint, I could now see a dark, triangular shape figure behind my brother. My energy, my dreams – my creativity was being sucked out from my being.