• I stood staring at my brother, the crimson liquid going down his arms onto the kitchen floor. For a second nothing was going through my mind. The world was frozen or maybe it was just destroyed. Screaming, crying but not from him, not from my brother but from me who was now on the floor distraught.

    My banshee-like screech that had burst through the house and within a couple seconds I heard my mother and father darted through our little house to see me in the doorway of our kitchen not yet knowing what awaited them in that room.

    As my father entered he saw my brother, now standing in a pool of his own blood, yelling and screaming delusionally. As soon as he entered I regained control of my body and I did the only thing that I could do, I ran. Luckily I ran just in time because as soon as I got out of the doorway my brother sprinted towards the exit of our house, but thankfully my father was able to catch him. I stopped my own escape and turned to see them wrestling blood flailing all over the house and on myself.

    There they were my father and my brother now still but there wasn't silence, my brother was now screaming more than before and even more delusional speaking of different worlds, calling us demons, asking for his wife. My mother and I embracing each other tears running down our faces, we had no idea what was going on. What was he talking about?

    After what had seemed like hours the paramedics arrived. My father was still holding and applying pressure to the lacerated artery as they went outside to the ambulance. I walked to my room and stared out into my new life. In those short minutes my life had changed, his life and my families lives had changed. I turned from my window and noticed a framed painting that I had. That's when it hit me...I was now living in the house of Escher.