Midnight Murderer I heard thin sharp pieces of glass hit the floor. I look up, it's my brother. I constantly have the fear that one day he's going to actually kill her, my mum that is. I was next I thought. It was just a matter of time where he would be too intoxicated to not give a fuck and beat the shit out of her. The night was old and quiet, and while everyone was sleeping I was wide awake. I couldn't sleep that night, I stayed up staring out the window looking at the sky. I wondered about life. Of course I was barely a child, I did not know much. However, I understood enough to wonder things such as God, and where was he in times of needs? I often doubted God. He never seemed to show up when I needed him, and I needed him most that day. My aunt died of cancer. I felt empy inside when I heard that news. I was young and did not know how to react, so I just stayed quiet and went to hug my dog, Tarzan. However, my mum was a complete different story, she was broken. Her tears drowned us in a pool of sorrow, her screams scratched the walls. She questioned God aswell. My aunt was a good woman, she did not deserve to die. That's life though; you never know when your last day is going to be. Every moment needs to be cherished. My mum did not cherish that day however, in fact that was one of the worst nights of her life. She not only had to deal with her sisters death, but her fucked up, low life son. Edgar was a twenty three year old who cared about nothing but smoking and drinking with his amigos. He was rarely home, I didn't even know who he was, it is as if we were not part of his family. The worst part, was he had a child. He was rarely there for him, and even gave him alcohol and smoked right infront of him. There were times where we found him knocked out in the corner of our street. It was very emberassing. He underwent a few overdoses as well, I have no clue how he did not die, he deserved death anyway. He wasn't worth shit to me nor my brothers and parents. He put us through too much pain, pain we did not deserve.
He showed up that night, drunk as always. My mom was too weak to deal with his bullshit, so she told him to leave and never come back. He refused. “Ya estoy harto de ti pendejo. Tu solo tomas alcohol y fumas con tus amigos. Tu tienes una pinche famila, no sabes?” “No me hables asi estupida, ten respeto. No suy un pinche nino, soy un hombre. Es me vida, voy a ser lo que quiero con ella.” “Pues alejate de aqui, ya no quiero verte!” I heard everything. Once my mum told Edgar to get out, he snapped. He punched her senseless as if she was a punching bag. I could not believe my eyes, it took me a moment to take it all in. My brother, beating the hell out of the person that brought him in this world... How was it possible? Where was God? I had to stop asking, and start doing. I run up behind Edgar and jump on his back. I start to pinch his eyes, it doesn't do much however. He picks me up, throws me to the floor, and begins to beat me as well. The first few blows were the ones the hurt the most, then the rest felt like nothing because I was unconscious. Even though I was knocked out cold, I could clearly still hear my moms cries. She cried harder than she did for anything in her life, she screamed at the top of her lungs asking for help. I'm surprised they didn't give up on her. My dad showed up, a long with my two older brothers. They all gave him a cold look, a look filled with hatred and anger. Edgar broke down, and began to cry. He walked out the house, and didn't return for a few days. That night made him realize how fucked up his life was, and decided to attend church a few weeks after. He didn't think it would change him, but little did he know what lie ahead.
A few months of attending church, he slowly changed. He no longer drank or smoked as much, in fact, he didn't even do it at all. He no longer came home late at nights and argued with us. He spent quality time with my brothers and I. It was astonoshing witnessing such a change. He made such great relationships with everyone. I loved the person he changed to. He is now four years sober, and regularly attends church and is raising two beautiful children. God not only changed him, but he changed me. It inspired my family to devote our life to him. I never imagined such an event being possible. Ever since I witnessed my brother go from a fucked up child to a loving and caring man, I never doubted God anymore. Only he could perform such miracles. I will never question him again. God makes things happen for a reason, whether they are good or bad. Faith is key. Faith.