Fiction: Red (240 words)

28 Sep

I never imagined that seeing red was a literal expression until I heard what they were saying about my little sister. I always thought it was just one of those colorful (literally) phrases that someone created way back when in order to make human emotions seem more poetic than the tangled mess that we usually are.

But when they told me what they were doing to my sister, what they were accusing her of… I literally saw red around the edges of my vision. I was so angry that I had to sit down, hard.  “I thought they were here to protect her. I thought they were like family to her. I thought—“

“They don’t believe her,” my brother answered calmly. He’d known about this a lot longer than I had, which I believed was the only reason why he wasn’t having such a hard time with this. After all, he was known for being the level-headed member of this family, and I had the temper. “They don’t believe her word and it’s not like there can be any concrete evidence that she didn’t do it so—“ he trailed off with a shrug.

I buried my face in my hands and pushed against my eyes until all I could see was red. “I hate this. I hate this so much.”

My brother sat down next to me and put a hand carefully on my back. “I know. I do too.”

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