Drawn to Him

chapter one

June 16, at exactly 9:36pm my older brother was killed.

That night plays on repeat in my mind all day and night for the past year, seeing my brother laying on the sidewalk in pools of his own blood. And me, crying so hard my head felt like it was going to explode.

He was shot.

"Good morning!" my mothers cheering voice woke me up. She snatched the blanket from my face and pulled me up right. "You get cleaned up, down for breakfast and get ready for our day", she said, her voice faded away as she walked out of my room.

Rubbing my eyes for clearer vision and walking out to the bathroom.As soon as I walked in I stepped in something wet and squishy. My brother's underwear were right under me.I disgustingly picked them up with only my thumb and pointer finger and dropped them in his room.

I did my normal routine while listening to cigarettes after sex. When I came out I could hear my fathers loud, booming voice from upstairs.

After getting dressed I joined my family for breakfast, all everyone would talk about was this party that was being placed later tonight.

"Elise there's someone I want you to meet tonight so be respectful", my father spoke through a mouth of food. All heads turned to me."Of course", I nodded.

"So dad, can I borrow one of your suits for tonight?" my brother, Gunnar asked. "Just returned it later", my father answered with a nod.

Gunnar was also my older brother, and Luca was the one who died. He and I were getting ice cream and pizza that night, walking the sidewalk on our way home when a black car just pulled up and shot at us.

Luca body blocked me, which caused him to get hit instead of me. It should've been me.It was supposed to be me.

Luca was the kindest soul I have ever met, he was so polite to people including the ones who were mean to him. He would stick up for the kids who got bullied all the time.

My father adored Luca and when he heard that he had died he blamed me, everyday for the past year. He got violent.

He was actually always violent, it's just Luca's death amplified that anger and dangerousness.

When I finished my breakfast my mom and I cleaned the dishes and the dinning room, I was already ready to go shopping. "Don't wear anything slutty again, that friend I want you to meet won't accept that", my father barked, glaring down at me.

"I won't", I nod again, speaking in a soft tone.

My mother grew up around wealthy people with great houses, fair enough cars, money, jobs, but I don't care for all of that. I read books, draw, pretend I can sing but I actually can't and it's just my imagination.

I don't mind doing chores, or cleaning up after my family, I'm quiet. I guess my father brought out the shyness.

"Oh look!" she gasped, looking at the black dress in the window. It was silky smooth, long but pretty. "It's nice", I say with an attempt to smile."It's perfect, isn't it", my mother beamed.

"Not really me", I scrunch my nose. She rolls her eyes and keeps looking. I was just walking behind her with my hands inside my back pockets.

Only one dress had caught my eyes. It was dark green, it didn't look silk, just soft and it wasn't too long. Without telling my mom I walked over to it and looked before I touched it.

This dress looks gorgeous and I believe I'll look gorgeous in it as well. "Oh there you are", my mother sighed as I heard her heels click on the floor within her every step.