"It is said that in death, all things become clear, Ensei Tankado now knew it was true." -Dan Brown 'Digital Fortress'
Prologue:
Hope Marie Valentine.
A half an hour of beating and only now my eyes begin to water as my dad kicked me in my ribs for the umpteenth time. I screamed Bloody Mary as well as coughing up blood while I was at it.
This is what I wanted. I wanted to see my blood. I wanted to see the evil smile my dad got when he hit me. I was finally going to get what I always wanted- a scape-goat, a way to escape my miserable life.
"That's what you get you dumb slut. You're not suppose to be talking to no-one! Who do you think you are?!" He spat in my face after his remark, there was new people that moved in across the road and I decided to say welcome to the new neighbourhood when I threw the trash out ealier this morning. I mean it's only common curtsy.
I screamed one last time when he kicked me in my face making my nose bleed.
My vision became blurry as I saw my brother Isaac walk through the front door dropping his gymbag. "What the fuck?!" His voice echoed throughout the house... or was it just because I was losing my consciousness?
My dad kicked the air out of my lungs and instantly I couldn't breathe. My eldest brother pulled my dad and threw him across the room making him land on the hard rock of the fire place knocking him out instantly.
Isaac rapidly walked towards me and sat beside me, he lifted my head and sat it on his lap, tears streaming down his chiseled face. "Hope, c'mon you can do this, stay with me. I can't lose you! I can't." He whispered the last part; I got weaker when he spoke.
"I-I can't stay... it's c-clear... no one, no one cares about me. I-I'm just... I'm just hope----less." I whispered the last part my eyes fluttering closed with tears streaming down my pale face.
The faint ambulance sirens were sounded from a distance. I took my last breath in my brother Isaac's arms as he screamed and cried until he silently fainted.
I died that day.
It is scientifically proven that when you die you have seven minutes of brain activity left. Which means you relive your whole life through that seven minutes... So, I'll tell you everything that happened.
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This Story Will Not Be Copied a or Even Little Parts Similiar To Other Stories. I Have Worked Really Hard On This Story Plot And It'll Be A Waste If Anyone Has To Do So.
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RomanceHer Name Wasn't Hope. It Was Hope-Less. All Rights Reserved. 'No portion of this story may be copied or plagiarized in any form or way, without the author's permission.' Copyright 2016
