Sitting at my study table, I tried to calm myself. But the more I tried, the more I got restless. Thoughts kept churning on my mind. I have never thought one dreadful day, I'll kill my own brother.But I have never thought that my own brother would kill my father. How could he kill my father, the same man who had changed his life from a orphan to a well educated doctor. He was always my idol. But all his love and care for me and dad was not genuine. He faked it ? Just for money?
When I rambled to the ICU, I was sure that my brother who was handling my dad's case, will be the best doctor for my dad. I was assured. Until what I saw from the glass opening of the ICU room door. He pulled out the oxygen mask from my fathers face and stood there. I couldn't understand what was happening. I didn't knew it was an attempt of murder. Hastily, as I knocked the door, he opened the door. The mask was in place. "You have to be strong. I am sorry. He is no more" said my sly brother unconscionably. I stood there crying over my father's still body.
Opening the drawer, I ascertained the gun was there, hidden under the books. The plan is in place. I don't know what would happen of me. I am just 16. But I will avenge my father's death. Above the books, there was a letter folded. I picked it and opened to read. It was by brother's writing.
"I know you couldn't get over dad's death. It's painful for me too. But you should know the truth. I wanted to tell you personally, but you have been very depressed, so thought I should wait. But now its the time. Dad always treated me as his own son. He never thought any difference between you and me. He was a brave man. But he was very ill and had already lost the will to live. He wanted to get rid of the incessant pain that he was suffering. I knew what he was going through. Maybe that's why he chose me to do the sin. Sin to kill my own father. I never wanted it, But the pain in his eyes only pleaded for a favor, favor that was sin for a son. A mercy-killing. I had to do it, for his sake. You are too young to understand. But you should know. I am sorry"
I was shocked. Wiping the sweat, I turned around. He was standing at the door, with tearful red eyes. Running towards him, I hugged him tightly. I realized I didn't want to loose him. Sometimes our vision fails to understand the reality.