I was sitting alone in my room battling the voices in my head. These voices hated me but once I ignored them for long enough they disappeared for awhile. I heard a knock at the door and there was my brother. He was here to yell at me again. After my parents had died he was the only one here to take care of me. I was thankful but I hate it when he yells. He yells because I get bad grades get in fights and now probably because I joined their gang. Instead of yelling he sat on the bed next to me and looked at me sympathetically. I knew why he did this. I was going to have to fight him and he was going to have to hurt me to make it look real before he "loses". I was going to have to kill or seriously hurt my own brother. My own flesh and blood. He said it would be okay and I just nodded. We hugged for a moment and then he left with another sympathetic look. It was time to get ready. So I got dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a black top and my black hoodie. I then put on my old dirty sneakers and left for the park in which I had to meet them. I ran fast the only sound I heard was the gentle pad of my destroyed sneakers on the pavement. I made it to the park and there they were standing in that sadistic circle watching another new member fight her best friend. I waited at the back of the crowd with my hood up hoping he wouldn't notice me but he did and that meant I had to fight. He waited until the round ended and her best friend was rushed off to the hospital. He called me over and told me to take off my hoodie and get ready. So I took off my hoodie threw it in the grass and took out my pocket knife and turned to face my brother. He just scowled at me with the slightest wink to tell me it was ok and we we're told to start. We started with simple fist fighting. Throwing a punch here and there and wrestling for show until he signaled me to land a punch. So I got him square in the jaw as he pretended to be angry at that and ran at me "full force". I used my speed and small stature to quickly evade him. Then he caught me by the waist and slammed my back into the ground roughly. I pretended to feel more pain than I did and got back up to show my "resilience ". We continued to fight like so until it was called that we could use weapons and he revealed he was given a gun and a knife I knew he would use the knife first so I flashed my sharp blade for show. We went at each others lungeing and stabbing at each other yet purposely missing then I gave him the signal and he landed a blow to my leg. I fell and he stood over me with a face of both pain and regret. I pulled the short blade out of my thigh and lunged at him just as we had planned. I landed my blade in his arm and managed to grab the gun from his waistband and knock him down. I stood over him and he gave me a look as to say go ahead do it. Instead I looked up and saw him. I saw the gang leader and his brother. I switched my aim from my brother to him and shot quickly. Then I shot his brother. I knew that this meant that my brother and I would be the new leaders. I had shown my strength and will to kill. This meant that everything was going to be change and that now I had to fear for my life and protect my brother's for a while longer.