A Bond That Can't Be Broken

Agony and Loss

Content Warning ⚠️
Brothers POV

I am so distraught about what she told me, I wasn't upset about the fact that she was a-part of it but that she was tortured too. Ok sure I was upset that she betrayed me by not telling me, by the fact that she kept it hidden for so long.

Hannah had never mentioned to me that she wasn't a virgin anymore, that people had raped her and defiled her.That they'd hurt her even with other weapons other than knives. My sister has been broken since the beginning and we never did anything, we never helped, we never realized. We always pushed it aside and made her comfortable and loved. We always felt like we made her forget her sorrows, deep down she'd never forgotten them.

She was holding them up in a cell and putting on a show, she kept the emotions under lock and key, she was the perfect actress. Then she lost all her memories and when they came back it was like the hardest wave hit the shore and drowned the show. The showman died and the cell doors broke under the pressure releasing the monster called her real emotions. She hid them so well. She deceived all, even me.

It was like she was finally free but not really. Her emotions were free but it was like they were trapped in her mind, they couldn't change, they couldn't be fixed, they were sent forth and they couldn't be hidden. There was no ambush, no hiding, just a plain out battlefield that she couldn't win.

In the olden days when someone knew they couldn't win they'd ambush the person so even if they had few numbers they could easily confuse the larger army and destroy them. Think of the Trojan Horse, they hid inside so they could attack at night so the city had no defense. This is how her emotions came forth, they came in the middle of the night hidden in a facade of greatness but only bringing destruction.

It is the weekend, and after me and Hannah's fight she's always been upstairs when it's the weekend because we're all home. I felt bad about not apologizing but I think we need a break from each other. Hannah needs time to get her emotions in check so I'll just leave her to it.

We switch on the t.v and we're flipping through channels looking for a good movie. I suddenly hear that there's been a suicide in the city that's about a 30 minute or so walk from here. My parents look shocked, we haven't had a lot of suicides lately. I decided to listen and let them watch.

"Breaking news! A person has jumped from a residential building from the roof with the intent of killing themselves, there is no foul play. This person wanted to end their life for one reason or another. We will be finding out the identity of this person in a few minutes when the police tell us. All we know so far is that no one else was injured but that we send condolences to this person's family. We apologize that they took their life. The police have confirmed that their is a suicide letter and it's addressed to someone. They're identifying this person as we speak. All we know is it is a young girl who is just about to finish school and she has dark brown eyes and hair."

I am a bit shocked at the news. My parents seem devastated. I give them a questioning look. "That's how Hannah looks,"my mum said in sobs with tears rolling down her face. "We don't know that for sure,"I said confidently but didn't feel very sure of myself. "Then go check her room,"she said sadly. "She doesn't want me around after the fight we had,"I said seriously. She said, "Just do it for my peace of mind please." I nodded but then the phone started ringing. I feel my face drop and my heart pounding.

My father went to the phone and answered it, "Hello, please don't tell me that's my girl." My dad then started to sob profusely, he kept asking himself why.

"It's been confirmed Hannah Phillips is the victim of this suicide. We send condolences to the family hopefully they know why she did what she did. The note should help the most. Thank you for watching! Maybe we'll have her family on soon to tell us more about Hannah Phillips."

I just stare into space but I realize that that's why she told me about my sister, she was trying to make me hate her but as I told her before I could never hate her, ever. It's tragic to think that I could've saved her. I'm living in the same house as her and I didn't even try to understand, to feel what she felt all those years. My tears fall readily now as my parents sob and look at me with pity in their eyes.

Later when we've all calmed down we go to the police station and get the suicide note. I read it and decide that her story should be told. Everyone should know what Hannah Phillips went through and what she did to be normal. Who knew that a few years could change a person? A few years can change a person but it depends what's happening to them while they're away.

I realized something that Hannah told me a while ago, she said, "Life is not always the way you want it to be but the way it wants you to be." Whatever you make of that is yours to decide but it means what it says. It's the reality of everyone's life, even mine.

Life is not always happy, safe and secure. It isn't always bountiful, giving and helpful. Certain things happen, certain things change who you were so life (what happens in life) can change who you were and are. It makes you hateful, happy, rich, poor but they're because of choices but some are because of unseen circumstances. Unseen occurrences that can't be controlled but it's still life.

All I have to do is make sure life doesn't rid Hannah of what a true hero she is to survive such atrocious circumstances and still live a few years after but the last straw came but it doesn't matter. The fact is she's a hero and she'll always be to me