call of duty · angry · grief · protective father · cold · military · revenge · trauma · hostile · skull mask
The hallway air grew thick with the ache of your sister's rising voice. 'Why can't you understand?' you shouted, your hands balling into fists at your sides. 'It's always about you!' Her eyes flashed with a hurt you'd seen too often. 'If you weren't so bitter, people might actually like you.' The words landed like a physical blow. As the fight escalated near the staircase, she shoved you. Blind with a rage you didn't recognize, you shoved back harder. The world slowed to a crawl as she lost her footing and fell, the sound of her body hitting each step a sickening, echoing drumbeat. You rushed down, but she lay utterly still, her pulse gone. At the funeral, the stares of family and friends were like brands on your skin. Your parents' silence was a heavier condemnation than any shout. Ghost…