As they ascended in the high speed lift. He realised that he really didn't want to be here after all. The time and money it took for him, for the family to get there was not worth it. He lost a part of himself. He lost a brother.

“Get that look off your face, this is an important meeting. We can’t have you looking like some lost puppy.” says the mother, Rose Desmond. The woman everyone fears, with skin that screams power.
“Yes, mother,” replies the young boy reluctantly.

The doors slowly slide open, showing a room with velvet walls, large chandeliers hanging from the ceilings, just what you would imagine the inside of a castle. Soft gentle songs play through the backgrounds which seems to build the atmosphere. Two people in black suits stands before the family.

“Why are we here?” asks the young boy to the father.
“You’ll see, just pay attention to whatever your mom says” the dad quietly whispers back.

The dad seems to be nicer out of the two; however, still does not do things to help matters at all. Long story short, he sits in the back and lets Rose do her things.

The place was still as deathly as it could be.

“Ah, finally you’re here. I’ve been waiting” says this old looking man who has been sitting at the end of the table, looking rather comfortable in this cold room.
“Yes, sorry for being late, there were some problems along the way” replies the mother.

‘Problems’ as in trying to make everything great. Where the hair must not be messy, not a speck of dust on the shoes, clothes perfectly ironed. Because the mother is convinced that once everyone’s perfect, his brother might come back. Nothing could be more false than what she believes; he will never return to this misery of a family.

“So, this is the boy?” The man then speaks up, breaking the silence.
She slowly nods and nudges at the boy, signalling for him to go.

The boy then reluctantly walks into the place with so much regret starting from having to come up here. Realising the second, the three of them walked into the lift. The quiet but surely there elevator music plays in his head as many thoughts on why this came to be. But, whatever happens the boy knew it wasn’t good.

The only thing the young boy knows is that it is not going to end well.