Something Really Messed up my Brother's Head. This Was What I Found.

I didn't find Jonah. It was his wife Leah, who had just come home from working the night shift at the hospital and was ready to take off her clothes and get a good night's sleep. Instead, she went into the bedroom and saw Jonah sitting in a chair with his head cut off in his lap.

I would have liked to know less about my brother's body, but Leah was so upset when she called me on the phone that she had to tell me too much. He had dark marks on his arms and legs. He was sitting in a wicker chair with blood all over it. It was getting through his white t-shirt and striped pyjama pants. His neck skin was torn and frayed, looking a bit like a bubble that had been popped. It was also torn and stretched, and the spine stuck out from the top of his neck like a white worm sleeping.

I was the only family member Jonah had left, even though we hadn't talked much in a while. I took the next flight to New York and went to Leah's folks' place to meet her. When she saw me, she started to scream. Maybe she had been yelling all day. She might not have been able to handle how much I looked like my brother.

She finally got quiet enough to say a few words after a few hours. She told me that Jonah hadn't been in any kind of trouble. He was careless when he was in his late teens and early 20s and sold drugs on campus. The things he did were small, but he made some bad enemies. One night, some of them scared him so much that he quit the game for good.