"Rip my heart out" I told him
"Just make it stop.."
"MAKE IT STOP!"
"So be it then.."
He steadily raised the sharpened blade, ready to plunge and rip open my chest.
"Do you see now the hate in his eyes?" The man restraining me from behind hissed in my ear, "DO YOU SEE IT? Why don't you take a closer look!" He then snarled angrily. Still restraining me, he gripped my hair and forced my head forward, despite the pain, my eyes remained open, only to see my brother's hateful gaze glaring back at me.
I winced and tried to look away, but to no avail, all was still and silent for mere seconds until my older brother broke it.
With one quick movement, he plunged the glistening knife deep into my chest, and proceeded to tear it apart. I howled in pain and anguish.
'My own brother, I thought he-'
The man behind me scoffed, "Did you honestly believe he loved you, that he would care for a miserable whelp like you?"
More tears poured from my eyes as the words drove a stake through my heart. I gave even louder cries when my brother's hand reached my heart, he pulled it out with such force, I started to wheeze and gasp for air. He held it gingerly in his hand, suddenly beginning to squeeze it, letting the crimson poison flow through his fingers.
"No, big brother, please, don't..." I sobbed weakly.
"Hmph, it's too late now," he replied coldly, staring intently into my sorrowful eyes that glistened with fresh tears.
He tightened his grip, harder and harder still, my heart began to pulsate slower and slower, right before I blacked out, I thought I heard him murmur, "You've always deserved this suffering, brat."
I awakened in a cold sweat, my face felt hot and moist. I reached a hand near my eyes, 'Tears?' I wondered, 'I really cried?'
Both my hands jerked over my well beating heart, my chest, my heart, all in tact,... for the most part.
My heart felt broken and ached of bitter agony, I clearly remembered the nightmare, but I soon questioned whether it was really just a dream or not. One hand fell to my side, I was sitting up now, the other hand still clutching my chest tightly. I wish it'd been real, I wish my heart would stop beating. I rested my head against the pillows once again, and soon found myself just where it started..
"Please," I begged quietly, "Make it stop..."