4 Grey
Why, why is this happening to us-I question myself while my mom sits with me in the living room to go over what I am going to say to the police. We got back home around midnight and she has been drilling me with things I should do, It has been an hour since we got back.
"Now, you must look confident in what you saying, and..." I block out her voice, my mind filled with nothing but turmoil. Suddenly my mother slaps me-"You insolent child you never listen, do you? I guess I must teach you a lesson!"She says while looking down at me with the same look everyone gives me-hate.
"May I make you some coffee before you teach me a lesson mom?"I politely ask. She is taken back with my question-"Yes and don't call me mom", I nod, get up and walk towards the kitchen.
Our house wasn't that big or fancy, it has a scent of pine, and the living room is painted a dazzling light blue. A sofa and matching chair are both dressed in cosy cream-coloured slip-covers. Wooden, the floor stretches all across the room with no carpet to hide it. A small TV sits on a set by the wall. On the coffee table sits a little pot of red roses. Across the small hallway is the kitchen, the walls are the same colour as the living room. There is a set of mahogany chairs gathered around their mother table. Another pot of roses is sitting in the middle of this table. But these roses are white. As in most kitchens, there is a stainless white counter, oven, refrigerator, and cabinets with the sink in the middle of the counter. Being in this house is painful, everything reminds me of Baron as I walk further down the hall, the first bedroom is right next to the kitchen. There is green bedding on the king-sized bed, the walls glow an olive green, and the wardrobe is mahogany. Most bedrooms have closets, but this one doesn't. She hangs her clothing on the right side of the wardrobe. Then there is the office right across the hall with file cabinets and plain white walls. A desk sits in the middle holding a computer with a keyboard. All-day I will hear the tap tap tap of his fingers on the keys, mostly playing his online games but If he was still alive, I imagine I would come home to find him tapping away with work. Further down the hall is our bedrooms but I decide to head back to the kitchen as to not keep her waiting any longer.
Ten minutes later I go back to the living room and give my mother the coffee. She starts to sip it a few times and then takes a few gulps while I sternly watch her.
"Do you not know, mother?"I softly ask.
She angrily places the coffee on the table and turns her attention to me. As she reaches for my hand I interrupt her by shouting-"Just how sinful it is for parents to Indoctrinate their own children!"
She pauses for while but just looking at me with shock from my sudden outburst.
"Why are you covering who did it, mother! If you loved Baron, you would not just stand by while his killers go free!" I angrily say with tears streaming down my face. Suddenly she punches me across the face with so much force it knocks me to the ground from the couch. My head starts feeling dizzy from all the blows she's been giving, my ribs start aching from all the kicks shes landing and my body starts bruising from her violent hits.
She roughly grabs me by the hair, forcefully making me look up at her-she spits on my face and snickers-"It should have been you!"At this moment I remember something my bother told me. Instead of her looking at a broken girl with tears on her face, to her surprise she sees a girl with a smile.
"Why are you smiling!" she says furiously while pinning me down on the floor attempting to choke me to death.
" U-nless I refuse the bad things happening to me, I wi-ll continue to suffer from my own consent" I struggle to say. I reach for the kitchen knife in my pocket and slit her throat, she immediately releases me and tightly puts pressure on a throat while gasping for air. She falls to the ground and takes out her phone with her bloody hands, I slowly stand as being mindful of my injuries. She attempts to dial for help but I kick the phone away from her, she looks up at me with pleading eyes-her hands stretching out to me to help her, but I move backwards.
"Goodbye, mother," I say as I start limp towards the door, with the sounds of my mothers struggles to breathe. I walk out of the house and cross the street, I have no idea where I am going to go but anywhere than here. I notice a black car parked in front of me and as I pass it two men in black get out, It is the same men in black from before.
"Are you here to finish the job?"I ask while struggling to keep myself standing.
"We did not kill your brother miss," one of them says. My head starts to spin, my legs are going to give out any time now.
I laugh, but not in joy or happiness but in anguish and despair. This world, its something...
"Then who di-"Before I knew it, my body started shutting down and I couldn't keep my balance anymore as I start to fall but the men rush towards me and catch me. They carry me to the car and put me in the back seat. They start to drive as I wonder who they are, and what they want with me-I drift off to sleep with my last thought being of my brother.
