“We can’t go to the police sister, Gibran has been vandalizing the streets of El Paso, they’ve been looking for him,” my mother explained. “Plus, you and I well know that this is something else. We need to figure something out now. Josh is nowhere to be found. If Gibran is telling the truth, we need to go to Don Tomas for help,” my mother said as she fought to stay calm.
I hid in my cousin’s room with all the lights shut off, as my aunt explained to my mother the entire situation. I could hear everything they were saying. I didn’t know what to do. Out of sheer frustration, I began to weep and badger myself for not taking care of my brother.
Did the crow-like entity hold my brother hostage or did my brother stay by choice? Questions and more questions came to mind and assumptions ran at a fast pace as well.
“I grew up with my dad, yes it was crazy at times but at-least I saw my dad. Maybe Josh decided to stay and grow with a father-like figure,” I said to myself.
“But if he’s meant to be my brother in this time and space, why would he stay?”
“Why didn’t my grandmother do something, although my grandmother Antonia died four years ago, so if I was talking with her spirit, was I then in spirit form?”
“What the fuck!”
In that darkness and mental breakdown, I fell asleep praying for answers.
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I hid in my cousin’s room with all the lights shut off, as my aunt explained to my mother the entire situation. I could hear everything they were saying. I didn’t know what to do. Out of sheer frustration, I began to weep and badger myself for not taking care of my brother.
Did the crow-like entity hold my brother hostage or did my brother stay by choice? Questions and more questions came to mind and assumptions ran at a fast pace as well.
“I grew up with my dad, yes it was crazy at times but at-least I saw my dad. Maybe Josh decided to stay and grow with a father-like figure,” I said to myself.
“But if he’s meant to be my brother in this time and space, why would he stay?”
“Why didn’t my grandmother do something, although my grandmother Antonia died four years ago, so if I was talking with her spirit, was I then in spirit form?”
“What the fuck!”
In that darkness and mental breakdown, I fell asleep praying for answers.
∞
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Concept Art for the Crow's Aura.
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