Wilting Roses: Chapter one

Wilting Roses, Chapter one.
    why? Why do they hate us? Just because I have kitten ears and a tail, well I do have a genetic disorder that gave me wings, even tho its not really a disorder, but people hated anyone like her, but why, what did we do. That was a little girls train of thought as she walked home from school. She was half a furry, her mom was full, and her Dad was human, and even tho she was only half she was thrown into the furry group. Thats why the had to move to the horrible neighborhood called Radiant springs, her, her parents, older brother, and little sister. They were forced out of their home by hate violence, and had to move to the ghetto.
The ten year old girl named Rose walked past the broken sign that was supposed to say Radiant Springs, but instead was covered over with the spray painted words, Rabies Springs, a furry insult, as tho rabies doesn’t affect humans either. Rose opened the unlocked door to their boarded up brick house, because the lock was broken, by a man with a fire extinguisher. She walked into the first hallway. She stopped half way down, and peeled up the loose green wallpaper to reveal a gaping hole where the children were to hide their school supplies. She put the wallpaper back and continued down the hallway. The house was cracked and beat up so bad, it looked like a haunted mansion, only there was no more than six different rooms.
She walked into the living room to see her parents, they were her saving grace from the stress of the day, but her father only told her to go up to her room, he was holding a bat in his hand, as her mother tried to suppress the look of fear on her face. She quietly obliged, days like this were often enough, she would stay in her room, and her dad would stay down stairs, in wait for whatever bad thing that would come bursting through the door. Most of the time it never happened, being a half family put them lower on the targeting list for hate crimes, but they were still on the list.
She walked upstairs to her room, she quietly shut and locked the one hinged door. She walked over to her bed and sat down carefully, too much pressure could make the springs rip the tattered unsheeted mattress. she wrapped herself in her patched up blanket to keep warm, it could get cold in there since they had no heater, and one would be rather happy to have one in the middle of february. She got up to go look out the window, well, a small drilled hole in the planks of wood that covered the window. The house wasn’t always like this, it used to have three okay windows, but thats all. Rose looked out of the peep hole to see three people, all with clubs. One short stocky man in a green sweatshirt and jeans, in fact they all wore jeans, THe others had flanel. They walked up the street the opposite way she came home from school, her dad must have seen them come up the street when he drove home from working, odd jobs.
They walked up to the wooden house across the street. The stocky one with the gun stood by while the the tallest used his club to break the door handle. The other two walked inside, while the other one stood next to the door. Soon the image of a furry lady appeared in the dank hall way. She was shoved forward, she stumbled out the door where a club tripped her feet and she face planted on the ground. The stocky one walked up behind her and put his foot on her back. A man appeared in the doorway who suffered the same fate at what seemed to be his wife. He fell sideways tho landing in the dry dead, patchy grass. He was then kicked by the man who tripped him. Then her attention was brought back to the lady, as she heard the crushing of a skull, and for a split second saw a caved in head, gushing blood like the blood had been trapped in her head, and was finally free, Eventually it slowed to a trickle, like a dam with a small crack in it. She looked away, unwilling to see what horror was in store for the other man. It was then that a bright red light had called her attention. She looked up to see a flare, the gun must have been a flare gun.
She heard footsteps on the stairs. Her dad threw the door off the hinge as he busted through. “We have to go now! Come!”
He was too much in a hurry to notice Rose’s tears. She had known there was a lot of hate violence to her kind but her father had done a good job a shielding her from it. He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the room, her last glimpse through the peephole was an orange glow, in which she hoped was the sun set.
When her dad got her out the door she learned she couldn’t have been further from the truth. The house that had most recently housed the recently killed couple was burning, being consume by a fire she could only relate to her growing hatred toward the kinds of people that would do this.
Her family all piled into the volkswagen, the three men were too busy beating more furries to death to notice them, but in the glimpse rose got she thought she saw more, about three more. Is this why were leaving she thought, but if she was looking out the window that her father was, on the other side of the house, she would have seen more fires, riot fires.
The car drove at top speed toward the exit of the neighborhood, but they were still a few blocks away from the exit. A car pulled out in front of them from the left, others trying to escape as the riot came from behind them. They were t-boned. Her dad was stuck in the driver seat. She opened her eyes to a red blurry world, all she could hear were screams, of fear, pain rage, and anger. Hers joined them as she heard the gunshots. She finally looked to her left to see her brother and sis were fine, as far as a car crash goes. She looked back, still in a daze, to hear glass break and flames encompass the left side of the car.
Her older brother had regained full control of himself, and turned to notice the flames himself. He grabbed his little sisters arm a pilled out the car. Rose came last backward, hitting the ground on her butt as the flame reached the end of the car, singing the end of her jeans. she got up and turned to run. She got ten feet before she saw two cops and one car. She saw her brother and sis behind them, the cops were putting them in the car. Rose had a panic attack on top of the one she just received. She was unsure of what the cops were doing, she turned to run in the opposite direction, unsure of who would help her, if anyone would. When she turned she saw a horrible sight. Her mother, engulfed in flame, her screams drowned out by the others around them. She could smell the burning flesh, and fur, it clung in her nostrils. Her mother screamed, and she thought she could hear her father. Her mother crawled forward, and rolled, but she was covered in gasoline. Between the screams she heard heared mother shout help me in a pitiful way. She felt an arm come across her chest and pull her backward as she screamed, as her mother light up the night and burned like a wicker cabinet.
The smell of death and burned flesh, and fur clung to her body as she was thrown in the police car. She looked up at the stars only to see flames, and hear the screams of those who died around her. The image of her burning mother was branded into her mind, a torture her sibling would never know...