Chapter 1: The End is Just the Beginning
Part 1
I turned my head side to side frantically. I was trying to find help or a way out. All I saw was my older brother, Benjamin, coming towards me. Backing up I felt my shoulders brush up against a wall. “Shit” I thought, not able to go anywhere.
"Come on Rayne what’s wrong? I’m your older brother" Ben said, words slightly slurred.
"Ben, stop. I’m your sister" I yelled. He just smiled a mere, amused smile at me 'how dare that jerk be amused' I thought grimly. He was so close now I could feel his breath on my face; it was hot and reeked of alcohol. He looked beyond pissed. I was scared. He was stumbling and tumbling around as he walked to me. His eyes were bloodshot, dilated, and glazed over 'he was high on top of being drunk' I thought scowling.
Shocked, my head snapped to the right side and just below my right eye stung like hell. My eyes were wet with hot tears and my eyesight was blurring badly. Benjamin pulled my chin roughly around so I was facing him eye to eye. "Rayne it’s not nice to be mean to your elders" he said. Biting the middle of my tongue, I felt a warm slightly coppered flavored liquid in my mouth. I held on, scared of what words would come out of my mouth. Ben roughly pushed me into the wall, bruising my shoulders. I slammed my eyes shut tightly, screaming in my head for help as silent tears slid down my cheeks.
I woke up. I was covered in a cold sweat and laying in my bed, trying to blink away the vivid nightmare behind my eyes. I trudged out of the bed and walked to the bathroom quietly. Flipping on the light, I blinked several times trying to adjust my eyesight. Squinting, I was finally being able to see. I noticed that I looked like hell and back. My hair was in a huge rat's nest. My eyes were red, puffy, and bloodshot from crying in my sleep. My mouth was dry. I started a hot shower and quickly took it until I was sure that my body was clean and my hair was smooth down to the middle of my back. 'Why me?' I thought grimly as I walked to my room slowly. Being quiet, I sighed as I looked at the clock on my night stand. 3:27AM. 'Oh dear lord' I thought, groaning lightly and arguing with myself about why the heck I'm having crazy dreams of my brother. 'You just can’t accept it' I heard a small voice in my head say. Just below my right shoulder stung lightly and was stiff as I moved closer towards the mirror.
I saw to my horror a full fledged black and blue bruise in the perfect shape of a hand, fingers and all, wrapping around my arm, right underneath my right shoulder.
