My brother: He was high. Acid? I don’t know, but he was out of his mind screaming. I was backed into the wall in my parents’ bathroom, and he grabbed my dad’s AR-15. Screaming, he was shouting, “I’m gonna kill you, you bitch.” I was paralyzed with fear.
A friend ran into the room. Seeing my brother, he leaped into a kick and kicked the gun out of my brother’s hands. I ran, I ran, I ran … did I matter? Today, I still ask: Do I? The gun still floats between my brothers …