H U N T E D ~ T H

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦

"I'm so sorry, Ma'am" No you aren't "There was nothing we could do" Lies "he was dead before we got there" That part was true.

My mother was on her knees, screaming my brothers name while my father had his arms wrapped around her body, pinning her arms down, his head was nuzzled into her hair.

He was crying, that much I could tell, silent sobs escaping his mouth.

I just stood there, He promised he'd be right back.

The two men in yellow high-vis-vests at the door step looked uncomfortable, glancing to each other awkwardly, not knowing how to react. probably thinking they don't get pain enough.

My water line was filling up with tears, but I refused to blink, People take advantage of you when your weak, he always told me.

I turned, my brown hair flying behind me as I ran up the creaky-carpeted steps. without even thinking, storming to his room. Like I always did when I felt like annoying him, hoping I would open the door and he would be there at his desk, playing x-box with his cool high school buddies.

I want to be like him, I look up to him. Looked up to him.

But when I swung the door open he wasn't there, No 'Get the fuck out my room' or 'what do you want now'.

It was silent. painfully silent. the only sound coming from the open window where I could hear the sirens playing an annoying tune in the distance and the soft wind hitting off the glass which had song lyrics written on it in black whiteboard ink. Mum used to get so mad when he did that.

The dark walls were covered in band and movie posters, star-wars, marvel, star-trek, you name it, he had it.

He could spring out movie quotes left and right, I laughed every time he did, although sometimes I didn't know which movie it was from or if it was even a quote. But it always made him happy seeing my reaction, even though he wouldn't admit that.

My heart practically shattered, scratch the practically, it did shatter.

What monster did this? Is the only thing I remember thinking.

His drawers were ripped off there hinges, his clothes thrown across the room, along with the papers on his desk, his mattress had been lifted so it was now leaning against the wall. But that's not what broke me.

Those words. Tainting the postured-walls a deep red that can only be described as blood. Turns out it was blood, my brothers blood to be exact.

Those words keep me up every night.

Those words make me check the back seat of my car every time I get.

Those words make me google all my friends names because I can't trust anyone no matter how bad I want to.

Those words taught me if I put my perfume bottles on the windows ill hear if someone tries to open it.

Those words that have heightened all my senses so a simple sound like a branch breaking makes me tense all my muscles up.

Those words that are the reason I was taught to fire a gun.

My whole miserable life ruined because of one god damn sentence.

'We won't stop till we get what we want, your days are numbered.'