Junk Food

As I walked into my house, 40 minutes after curfew, I was as quiet as a mouse. Tip toeing through each room, attempting to make my way to the stairs. I had almost made it when I heard a noise coming from the kitchen. I slowly walked over assuming my brother was consuming mass amounts of junk food as usual. I walked into the room, and the floor I have been on a thousand times before, held something new. I had to cover my mouth from screaming. Laying there was my brother. The blood around him created a tiny pool. I stepped closer with tears down my face. I looked over him to find mice, eating away at was left.