The dullness in my brother's eyes as he harassed me drove me absolutely crazy. And as I curled my fingers around that rock and hit him in the forehead knocking him unconscious I felt a magnificent sense of release. But that feeling fleeted when I saw his body on the floor, blood pooling under his lifeless head but still. For some reason I had this sensation that I've never had. I felt just kind of empty. It was as if everything inside me had died in that moment. The only thing keeping me full was rage, and now that the rage was gone, what was there? There was no sadness to be felt, he deserved this. He was the one who hit me first, what else was there to do? And there was no happiness to be felt. And now, as I stare into his deserted eyes I think about all that he has done to me. All the things he's shouted, every time he's hit me, and every time he'd driven me into a spiral simply with his words.
"Violet!" My mothers pained voice screamed from the porch, running towards Oliver and I. "What have you done?!"
"I didn't do anything."
"What do you mean you didn't do anything? You threw a rock at your brother's head! What are you, a psychopath?!" She screamed, her voice wavering with each word before she fell to the ground to her son.
"I need you to leave."
"Yes mother." My monotone voice responded, walking back to the house and down into the basement where my brothers and I room is.
Hi guys! I haven't written in a while so don't judge please lol.
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Imperatrix
FantasyThe main character, Violet has always fought with her brother until one day he went too far and so did she.
