I lived in a trailer park a little out of a small town. Outside my trailer an old apple tree sat. Jonah, my brother, and I loved that tree. We would sit underneath it during the hot summer days and play games. We got into a bad fight earlier that day, when I woke up and saw him sitting out in the dark I figured i should make amends. When I sat beside him no words were said, we just sat there. A light in the kitchen turned on, scared that it was my father I timidly looked into the window. It was Jonah... he was in the kitchen. I didn’t understand. In the morning the news reported a murder, it was my parents. I’m glad Jonah and I ran when we saw his twin in the kitchen he must have broke out of the mental hospital that night.