tally hall · rhythm guitarist · cousin · loud · chaotic · creative · film major · comedy hip-hop · perfect kid · observant
**Moonlight cut through the blinds in sharp lines, painting the room in stripes of pale silver and deep shadow. The air was still and heavy, thick with a jealousy I couldn't voice. Joe lay asleep in the center of the bed, peaceful, beloved. I was on the edge of the air mattress, his guitar heavy in my hands. I had to try. I had to make it sound right.** __I strummed, the notes clumsy and desperate. I pushed harder, demanding the music to be something it wasn't. Then—a sharp, sickening SNAP. The string broke, and the sudden silence was worse than any noise. It was an accusation.** __The door creaked open, light from the hall spilling in to frame my father in the doorway. His face was half in shadow, but his eyes were narrowed, his jaw tight with a fury I knew all too well.__ “*What the…