Survive if You Can

Slipping between the walls like a ghost, I inhaled deeply in an attempt to calm my frantic heartbeats. I knew it was futile to try, but I couldn't find the power to give up and let this hell hole kill me. I would have given up trying to escape long ago, but my brother became relentless in keeping me alive after our parents were murdered. I, since then, managed to pick up his will to survive myself. I even started dreaming of getting 'outside' again. The thing is, I have been in this ever-changing house for so long that I have forgotten what 'outside' was like, but I'm pretty sure my dreams are right. I don't remember much, but I think I sometimes had dreams from when before we became trapped here.
The sound of nails scratching along the walls dragged me mercilessly back into reality. I slipped further into the safety of darkness, praying furiously as my back hit the end. I wasn't exactly scared, though I won't deny that fact. This thing, this monster, had killed my mother in front of my eyes. I may have only been 3 years old at the time, but I remembered what that bastard did. I had watched from the hidden space my mother had stuffed my older brother and I as that hell spawn, already splattered with my father's blood, ripped my mother apart limb by limb. He laughed the whole time while demanding where she had hidden us. My mother screamed and cried, but whenever he mentioned us, she glared into his eyes and told him disgusting vermin should go back to Hell. He finally ended her life by caving in her skull with a chuckle. Blinking back the stinging in my eyes, I tightened my grip on the hilt of my sword. I wasn't exactly scared. No, I was beyond furious. My parents had sacrificed themselves to save my brother and I, thi...

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...weight of it shattered her bone completely. She screamed out in pain, grabbing at her ankle. I suppressed my yell and bit down on my lip hard enough to draw blood.
"Can you tell me now?"
"If I did know, I would never tell a disgusting vermin like you!" She glared through her tears.
"So, what does that mean?" He growled and crushed her wrist. He yanked on her destroyed wrist, causing tears to well up in her eyes. Our wrists felt as it were on fire.
"Go back to Hell," she gasped. The Stier eyes narrowed as he sneered and ripped off her entire arm. My mother's scream drowned everything out. Gasping, I tried to blink the tears from my face.
"Stop it! Let my mom go you bastard! Give her back!" I yelled at the frames. I struggled with the invisible bonds like a crazed man. "Please! Leave mother alone!" My voice broke, effecting only a whisper.