“BECAUSE HE WAS MY BROTHER! HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE UNCLE TO MY CHILDREN! HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND! I NEED HIM HERE BECAUSE I CAN’T DO THIS WITHOUT HIM! JUST GIVE ME MY BROTHER BACK!” My screams became mixed with sobs. I was finally too tired to keep going and sat down next to him.
He turned to me on the ground. His face was a bloody mess.
“I’ll give him back to you,” he said.
We both got back to our feet.
“Of course, but I need you to see something first.”
He reached for my head, but I ducked.
“You won’t die I swear, Jesus,” he said, chuckling.
As he put his hand on my head, the visions started back up again.