MOVE

He was standing across the empty warehouse. Nothing was lit, we were surrounded by dark concrete walls. The only source of light came from the night sky peering through the windows across from me. There was an eerie feeling. I was out of breath. We had been running away from someone.
Matt appeared next to me. His thin fingers gripped my shoulder, "MOVE" he spat. I was disgusted and wiped my ear of his spit- before I realized what he had said. I moved to the side- behind a concrete wall. My hands cover my face everything is still. In the distance was movement, nothing rushed, but the movement was not from my brother. I looked to meet Matt's gaze. It was unsettling. I moved toward him in the open area. He moved from his wall, he put his hand out, like a crossing gaurd saying 'stop.'

"NO!"

I heard an ear piercing noise. Bang. Gun shot. By this time Matt was in front of me now facing me. He looked angry. I had disappointed him. I was bewildered.
"What?" I asked, "What?!" I grabbed his shoulders to shake him to reality. He fell to his knees, then to the ground completely. The ground was sticky of blood.
I heard it again. Bang.

I saw the bright white of my sheets, it was morning.