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"I can't believe you let this happen! Who in their right mind would go and do something like what you just did? I honestly don't know. You've been so childish, so stupid, so irresponsible! I knew I should've gone with my gut and not let you anywhere near us, but no, my heart had to give you a chance, those silly feelings I used to have for you back when you were a good man had to weasel their way into my mind and place doubt within my instinct of telling you no. If I could turn back time, I would make sure you never got another chance to mess up this family." She took a tissue from a packet hidden within her pocket and dabbed at her panda eyes. I stood there and took her abuse, clenching my fists to stop my trembling.
"I didn't mean-"
"You didn't mean to? Like that's going to help us now! Everything's ruined and that's all on you. If you hadn't insisted on interfering, on concerning yourself with things you just don't understand, wanting to be 'part of the family', none of this would've happened! Your brother would- your brother would be…" She trailed off. Her grief had overcome her.
"I really am sorry, mum, honest. I tried to stop it. I really, really tried! You've gotta believe me… Please…" I was on my knees, begging.
She looked at me and slowly brought her tissue down and out of her face. "You tried? Really, really tried?" Her face terrified me. "I don't believe you. You always were a coward and you haven't changed. You haven't changed one bit and this proves it. I am very disappointed, but more than that, I am ashamed to have to call you family. Know this; I don't think anything of you now. You've really done it this time. Death should be met with death, but you're my son, I don't need that on my hands... I'll give you a warning; Leave. Leave now, don't bother getting your things, just go. If you ever come back again, with your streaming eyes and tales of woe, I will not hesitate in killing you next time. I will not give you another chance. Now leave me to grieve my loss." With that she turned her back on me and bent down next to the still body on the floor beside her.
A short piece we had to write which is heavily dialogued.
I'd like to adapt this into a longer piece one day when I'm better at writing.

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