The Jealous Brother

Third Person's POV

As Gerald took the knife off the kitchen counter, his vision blurred. All he could see was red and all he wanted was for his brother to die.

He stabbed Theo right in the chest. His whole body was numb, he couldn't even feel the cold metal of the knife in his hands. He gripped onto it tightly as if it was the air he breathed.

As the knife went into Theo's chest, he was caught off guard because he would have never in his right mind expected  his brother to hate him this much.

Everytime the knife went in and out of his chest, Gerald's numb feeling started fading and Theo's heart slowly stopped racing. Theo couldn't not be saved, his brother was killing him and this all started because he decided to be a good brother.

Theo's POV

For all I could remember, our parents have never been part of our lives. We had to pull ourselves together and grow up quicker than we expected.

My twin Gerald always took part time jobs to make sure we had something to eat and where to sleep.

We both didn't get to experience the whole dynamic of going to school and making friends, but Gerald was lucky enough to get a small bit it.

He made friends, alot of them and they were always ready to help him but for me; my only friend is myself, my brother and computer.

I have always had an interest in computers and it's been helping get small jobs. I saw my brother suffering and i just decided to pull my weight.

As I started to get more freelance jobs and that also paid well. I moved us out of our old apartment, and got us a nice house.

I loved the smile on my brother's face and he said these exact words when we saw the house " I know I don't say it much man, but I love you". I got weirded out but I thought maybe it's because he was happy. We could finally live somewhere we could call home.

From there the jobs just kept coming but for my brother, it was like he hit a streak of bad luck.

He got fired from his part time job; and after that came him not being able to find a sensible job to help out, like he always did. Then it hit me, he worked so had for years and let me rest and also gave me room to learn more about my hobby, so why don't I do the same for him.

I went to him and told him "Bro, you did so much for me. Let this be my pay back for all that you have done for me, you should take a break from all the working and just enjoy life. Then after a while you can go back to looking for a job" I smiled to him. I remember he smiled back and agreed with me.

I was happy and my brother was happy, he could go out and hang with his friends and just take a break for once. But he changed and just lost it.

He got overboard drunk and would cause trouble at every pub or club he went. He got into some trouble with the police and I had to bail him out. He became lousy and angry, and I just couldn't take it anymore.

I thought maybe if I got him a job, he would stop but nothing changed. He became worse than before and started heroine. When I found out I knew it was the last straw, I took him to rehab and whilst he was there I decided to cut off all his friends on his behalf.

When he came back, I thought he would have changed but no. He went back to the same habits, and now here I am trying to convince him to stop.

"I took you to rehab because I want my brother back, look maybe I stretched it too far by saying take a breather. You haven't made any progress, so I am calling the rehab centre to take you back immediately. I will also pay for an extension so that they can keep for an extra three months to make sure you don't go back to you old habits." I said in the best calm voice I could utter.

I turned my back to him, and started walking towards my phone. As I was about to pick it up, I felt Gerald's hand on my shoulder and I turned around to face him.

He didn't utter a word but I felt something sharp pierce my chest and it went in further. I fell to the ground and I just kept feeling the cold metal going in and out of me.

Does he hate me this much? I just wanted to help, but was I wrong for that? Is this how I die? What did I do wrong? Why is he doing this?

It hurts, the metal hurts and it's cold. I think am about to.....

Gerald's POV

All I knew at this moment, is that this bastard's control over my life had to end.

I took the knife and stabbed him. I felt all my anger go through the object in my hand and straight through Theo's chest.

In and out it went, all my anger started to fade. I felt relieved the more the knife pierced him. My exhaustion finally being set free and all I could do was smile when it was all over.

Just because Theo got a few bucks he thought he could control who or what I become, who I want to be friends with,

and what I want to do. He never had that right, l knew if I talked to him I wouldn't understand at all. Now to get rid of this body.

Third Person's POV

Gerald got his brother's body and took it and put it in the bathtub. He then turned the water to rinse the blood coming from the body. He left the bathroom and cleaned up the blood off the floor.

After the cleaning, he saw that the knife still had blood on it, then cleaned it off too. He went back and found his brother's body was completely cleaned off, neither was it spewing blood.

He waited until night and then wrapped body in plastic and tied it up with a thick rope, that he found in their tool shed. Then dug a hole in their back yard and threw the body in it.

When he was done with everything, he then started panicking and thinking about whether or not he would get caught. He looked in the mirror and realized they were identical and he could pull off living a double life for both. And He did so, and went forth  to live his life without ounce of regret.

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