"Looking for those?" That psycho from the elevator says pointing at my heels too far me too reach. "Do you kidnap every girl you meet and steal her shoes or only the one's who beat you up for tear gassing them?"
He walks slowly next to me."I only t...
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I walk through our house looking at pictures of the family , everyone seemed so cheerful. So unaware of the bloodshed that would take place. My parents so unexpecting of their gruesome end on that very couch.
It's been two weeks, 2 days, and 9 hours since I witnessed parents bloody bodies on the couch .
The sounds of police sirens flash through my brain as I grab a bottle of wine that had barely been touched .
Putting it down on the counter , I turn around to grab the corkscrew . "What the hell do you think you're doing!" A voice that could never be forgotten booms.
He hasn't said a word to me since the last time I saw him at the hospital , he didn't even show up to our parents autopsy.
Even though it was pretty obvious what had happened.
Normally, I would punch his face so hard his nose would break but he's the only family I have left .
Plus, he already got shot.
He raises his eyebrow stepping closer."Not sneaking into our parents house," Wait, yes I am.
I back away seeing his disappointed expression . He lifts up the wine bottle .
"I'm sorry , did you come here for something or just came here on the off chance I would be here willing to talk to you?" I question crossing my arms before reaching for the bottle once more. He pulls hand back stopping me from grabbing it.
"You're underage ," He replies putting down the bottle. "I'm in morning ." I shrug. "That doesn't make you older,"He acts like I have never had a hit of alcohol.
"Like it matters, you were taking body shots when you were fourteen."He gives me a glare before looking away sighing."When's the last time you ate," I can't even look at food without feeling sick.
"I'm not hungry." I answer pacing around. He grips my wrist to stop me from moving around. "That's not what I asked?Talk to me. "My brother demands.
"And say what? I'm falling apart , and I don't know what to do to stop it. I can't sleep without dreaming about it , I can't eat, I can't even drink without crying! I even lost my job! Is that what you want to hear?"
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