Switcher3

I walk into my brother's room at my old house. My little brother, Switcher3, was on the bed, holding back tears. I sat beside him.
"Hey, Three," I say. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he said. He was holding a picture of our father.
"Hey, it'll be fine-"
"No it won't! He was shot! I saw him when he was! I wanted to shot the man back! And I did! But he just froze there! Frozen! Like he was terrified! I killed him, Two! I killed him!"
"I think you mean SKIN-ed, young one." Detective Socs cuffed my brother. "Switcher3, you are under arrest for SKIN-ing innocent people."
"But I also SKIN-ed a bad man. The man that killed my father!"
"He did, detective. He did. He confessed. But now, we'll just have to see what the judge says to him. Goodbye, Three. I'll miss you."
Detective Socs took him away."