Out of Context story...

Rude awakening. -Life one-

      I sat in my room quietly staring down at my feet sitting on my bed till I head foot steps stomp down the hall way along with constant shouting. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to move my mind away from the shouting. Till the sound of shattering glass shot my head upwards and got up quickly swinging open the door.
I peered down the hallways to my step dad with his hand around my moms shirt color shouting into her face I walked a few steps down the hall way and seen my brother leaning against a glass cabinet with glass plates inside shattering and bleeding from his back. Something snapped in me and I felt rage to pick up a wooden chain and swing it over my head at him. He grabbed the leg of the chair and tugged it from my hands. He let go of my mother and grabbed my throat slamming me into a kitchen fridge.

"ACK-" I said grunting his hands wrapping around my throat grinning like he was enjoying it.

"Why don't you just stay in your room..." he said slightly laughing then swinging me to the side and into a cabinet hitting the ground. He went over to a cigarette tray and picked up a recently lit cigarette taking a small puff from it making the end light. He slowly walked over to me while my brother tries to get up to his feet only to grab the sides of his waist. My mother stayed shaking. Not knowing what to do as he burned a cigarette into my arm.

This was my life. A repeat of trying to keep a low profile in this forsaken city that had no rules besides to stay quite and don't cause trouble. We had to listen to anything the soldiers said. Had routine checks to make sure we didn't have any guns or such that could be used to try and over come their authority.

I screamed in pain as the cigarette burred into my left arm his knee pinning my arm to the ground.

"Now go back to your room and be quiet" he says standing back up and walking to my brother. Grabbing his shirt color and pulling him up.

"Mind your own business, adults are speaking" he said scornfully.

I never left my room because I was so scared to get hurt. Maybe that's the reason I'm so weak in the first place. Too scared to face my own demons. But... it's hard to hide from your own demons when their right in front of you...

I stood up holding my arm and opening a kitchen drawer quietly watching him. He let go of my brother and pushed him. They both locked eyes looking to throw fists again over a dispute that always ended with one almost killing the other. My brother glanced at me as I grabbed a kitchen knife from the drawer and he locked back eyes with him. He shifted shifted his weight as I ran at him with a knife in my hand it only took a few steps before he turned around and grabbed my writs shoving he knife into my gut and slamming me against the wall. My brother jumped at the moment grabbing him by his shirt and slamming him to the ground. Sitting on top of him as he repeatedly punched his face.

This is how it always ended... didn't matter how much I tried. I should of never interfered. But this isn't the only worry ...

I slid down the wall slowly and held the hilt of the knife carefully before hesitating to move another inch. Blood leaked from the wound. And my vision became dizzy. The only thing my vision tilts to is my feet. Then to my leg and then to the floor as I fell over.

Lives always end... what brings next is the only option... so ... let's move on...

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Here starts my own little side project that slightly makes sense and slightly doesn't. You'll have to put together what us what.
From how I have this set up each life ends. But every story before that starts. This so the start of a girl who lives life's over and over.

Hope you will enjoy.

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