A Glimps of Hope

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noticed her father's car was gone, most likely to the bar... She'd always hear her parents fighting about that, her mother would get so mad and storm off. But mother wasn't around anymore due to her work.

The girl stared and the empty driveway... she walked inside, up the stairs into her 'brothers' room.
She took a pillow and covered his airways. She heard his muffling... though her gaze only grew colder as more hatred consumed her. Once the man stopped moving she lifted him up and dragged him to an empty back room, mustard yellow walls and squeaky wooden floors. She tied his body to the floor boards with the same rope he used for Grace. From then she got a jagged rusty knife and cut the boy's palm to wake him up. She stared at him blankly, patiently waiting. Soon enough he woke up only to realize the unbearable amount of pain he was in.

While he was still unconscious she guided the rusty knife across his limbs shallow cuts but deep pain. His gaze focused on his sister. "W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!?" He screamed in agony.

His brows furrowed as he panicked. "You won't get out." The 15 year old said stone faced. "Y-YOU MONSTER UNT-" his words were cut off by the squishy sound of the knife cutting into his core. The girl repeatedly stabbed him, blood splattering over both bodies. The man's stomach acids burnt his blood and skin, his body couldn't fight, all he could do was watch as the knife dug deeper into his core. He laid on the cold hard wooden floor, his heart heavy.

The light in his eyes dimmed. A crime of passion sprawled out in his chest made by his own sister.
His tired muscles wept. The last thing he saw was his sister, covered in his own blood. A single tear left his eye as he crocked his last words. "I'm sorry." His face grew pale, his body laid at rest. The girl stared blank at the man's dark glassy eyes.

She had done it, she had killed a man. A man whom she had no emotion towards anymore. A glimpse of hope twinkled in her eyes. It was over... all the suffering, it was all over. Her headspace became empty. She was finally at peace.

The End

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