A Glimpse of Hope

A Glimpse of Hope

Readers discretion is advised this story includes
-mentions of suicide
-crime of passion
-uneasy detailing
-animal abuse

If you are uncomfortable with reading any of the things listed i advise you to not continue reading!

It seemed every day was gloomy. Wind and rain came and went, though the sun was nowhere to be seen.
Cars could be heard from outside of the townhouse, speeding by or pulling into their designated area.
One particular house lived in a family of four, though it wouldn't be said personally that they were family, for resentment flooded their house. It seemed this family was never at peace with each other. Always on different pages of life, though it's only for you to decide who is and isn't in the wrong.
A brother and sister lived in this house, the sister was homeschooled as for the brother, he attended public school which was a few blocks away from their development. The brother's attitude was always sour and arrogant.

He always acted like he was in control, and that what he said went... though that was only his homelife, his demeanor shifted when he waltzed on school property. He seemed like a collected guy to those who aren't related to him, but of course that was a mask. He fought with his father most of the time, and took his anger out on his younger sister. He expected her to listen to him thanks to his overwhelming pride. His thoughts of her were only objects, for she gave up trying to stop him... there wasn't any hope, and even if there was... it wouldn't be enough to heal wounds. The days went on, and life continued as perusual.

One evening the sister was on the landline speaking with her friend, talking and giggling, though the sounds of joy in this story do not last long. The brother had told her multiple times to "be quiet" or "shut up", these words were common from the brother as well as cursing and 'giving the bird' But his sister ignored him. Which only added to his inragement. He stomped up the squeaky stairs into her room. Lou banging could be heard from the upstairs. A voice spoke up "Stop that racket." their father said in a distracted tone, he was watching the television with the remote in his left hand and a beer in his right.

The brother calmly walked down the stairs as if he had not even heard the banging noises, he looked to his sister on the landline and gave a snobby smile. The sister hung up the phone almost immediately and rushed up the stairs eager to know what her 'brother' did.

Her heart sank as she opened her bedroom door. Her room looked as if it had been ripped from the bone.
Dirt and photos scattered everywhere, not to mention the moldy aroma suffocating her nose. Who would do something so petty and immature.
All she could do was stare at the mess. Her eyes grew blurry as tears ran down her cheeks. She didn't want her father to tell him to clean everything up, what if he'd ruin it more. She continued to stare at the wreck she once called her room. She started picking up the destroyed items, as she lifted the quilt her face went pale, her stomach sank just as low as her respect for her so-called brother. Fur... fur and blood oozing into the cracks of the wooden oak floor.