After the Farewell

My brother Jonathon was the screw-up of the family. Despite that, we always loved him, even with his delinquent nature. He was found dead one night, blood splattered against all of the walls. There was no evidence, no message left behind. Only silence... A silence that cut like glass. A silence that tore our family apart. Sirens echoed outside our flat; red and blue painted the night sky. Jonathan was a murderer. He did it underneath our noses.