Enclosed in Fear

I, was absolutely enclosed in fear. Surrounded in fear. My family was scared. Only one person of my family wasn't effected. My brother. My brother was the one causing the fear. My brother seemed to drink blood for breakfast. He seemed... so different from the rest of us, though that would explain everything. He was a sabretooth tiger, and the rest of us were lions, even we were called King Of the Jungle... we certainly weren't king of home. It was like... my brother was meant to be with the phantoms all along. He draws pictures of me, being killed by one of his tricks, and he was accompanied by a bunch of cheering phantoms.

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