Brutus Caesar Short Story

As the sun rose and peeked through the window, I felt myself slowly begin to awake. As my eyes opened, left and then right, I saw my wife next to me, still peacefully asleep. I sat and watched her sleep for a moment. As the sun rose higher and higher, I rose out of bed. I put on my toga. I froze. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I recalled Cassius coming to me weeks ago about the heinous idea.
“Brutus, please.” Cassius revered, as we walked home from the Pantheon. I stopped to think. Pausing for just a moment to remember all Caesar has done for me.
“He’s like a brother to me, Cassius,” I replied.
“For the love of Zeus Brutus, think of what is best for Rome.”
“But-”
“No buts Brutus, the assassination will take place March 15.” Cassius
Porcia looked at me and her glare unfroze me. I collapsed. She rushed over to me and got on her knees. She lifted me up and sat me on the bed. I spilled everything: the assassination plot, Cassius, everything. Porcia was silent. She was bewildered by the insanity, but understanding and supportive.
The time had come. I headed out. Doubts filled my mind, but I knew it had to be done. As I walked, people waved, but I ignored as I set out with my goal in mind. I could feel the dagger pressed against my leg. The cool blade securely tied to my thigh. This fueled me. This was what reminded me of why.
I had arrived at the Pantheon. One hour until Caesar arrived. He would go to the Priest first and then to the meeting. As I waited for the Senators to arrive, I had been warned of the dizzy spell that was cast upon him this morning. My heart froze. When these spells had been cast, Caesar was known to be absent at meetings. I began to panic. I felt my throat close. My head spun faster, and faster. I felt myself drop to the floor. I had fainted.
Moments later I was awoken by Cassius. He spoke to me about the bad omens the Priests had shown Caesar. I began to panic, again, but this time my nerves were calmed by
Dagger above him, ready to strike. Caesar looked at me.
“You too, Brutus,” Julius questioned as his head turned so he could fully see his best friend with a now hot, silver dagger.
“Thus always to tyrants,” I cried as I turned my head and lowered the dagger into my best friend’s back. Julius’s eyes glazed over as he fell to the floor. I lifted my hands to my face. They were covered in blood. I looked down at what I had done. The dagger still in his back. Blood trickled further and further down his back. The puddle of blood grew and covered the room. I looked around to see the accomplices. They too were covered in the blood of a poor soul.
I looked in disbelief. As my mouth widened in shock, Cassius put his arm on my shoulder. I turned to look at him as he turned to look at the crowd.
“People of Rome, we are once again free!” shouted Cassius, as the crowd erupted in tears of joy and sorrow. Cassius grabbed my arm and took me to the streets shouting the news. As the news spread through all of Rome, so did the tension. The people of Rome grew angry. I shuddered, as I could feel the tension rise. I rushed home to pack, as I knew it was time to