1 Thomas

Nate sits in the bathroom, his tears mixing with the blood flooding from his head. The sink is filled with blood, and smeared bloodied handprints decorate the walls. His fear rises.

Harry is in the kitchen, the smell of sweet sugar filled apple pie fills the bathroom. Blood trickles onto Nate lap, Staining his jeans.

Nate lives with his twin brother, Harry in a shared apartment, in London.

Nates eyes are alluding, one blue the other a vibrant gold. He was always everyone's favourite, this means he was always picked on by his stronger brother.

He stares at the lights reflecting from the television in his room. Thomas was meant to be here two hours ago.

A knock comes from the front of the apartment. Nate incurs his legs, rising from his bed, walking towards the door. Little did Nate know that his brother would reach the door first.

He reaches the entrance to the kitchen taking in the mess his brother has made. The front door clicks open, the pitter patter of shoes walking on the tiles. They stop, mumbled speach follows.

A scream pierces the calm air. Nate rushes into the kitchen grabbing the kitchen knife from the counter, as he runs apple peels fall onto the carpet. Thud!

He freezes as he sees his brother walking towards him, covered in blood. All is quiet, except the harsh breathing coming from Harry.

As the brothers ready themselves each carrying their own knives. Harry's was gifted to him by their father. On his death bed, he gave each of the boys a family heirloom. Nate received a leather watch, the strap contains all the names of their ancestors, after his father died, he took it to a shop in the city, his father's name was carved into the watch the same day as his death. Nate only takes it off when using water.

Harry makes his first move, reaching for his brother's throat. He misses grabbing onto his shoulder instead. Nate hesitates, not taking his opportunity to attack. Harry depositions his left hand around Nates throat, slamming his head into the wall. Nate head bangs into the wall, opening an old wound, blood gushes from his head. Both boys drop their knives to the ground.

Dizzy and confused Nate stays still as Harry pulls his phone from his pocket. A lady answers, '911, what's the emergency?'