A Deadly Shot

My bother was assaulted and shot. He died. We are mourning. He's lying on our parents bed in their room in Mar Blanco's house. The bed is oriented facing east. It's the opposite direction as it was always there.
We're all sad and crying. My dad looks grey. Mom is as if her face is made of wax. I can't stand the pain. I'm in real soul pain. It hurts so much. I cry and try to let go. It's too much.
I wake up crying.