Summoning spirits part one

I can't write stories. I do however know how to ramble about things that bug me. Firstly, I seem to have a voice that comes from the mind that spikes profanity like a heart rate. It will make lots of enemies if heard. Here is my first story without AI. I'll keep it small.

This is a little sister dieing

I hate my god dammed country and I want to end my life or worse because I hate it here and I hate all these people. Shit, I think some one is listening, fuck that shit, omg look at me, I can't do this, uuuu this is it, uuuu this is, uuuu, Ammu, uuu, ok, ok,.....

She is dead and speaks to her brother

These were the last words of a girl who died hanging.

Brother

Hello, I swear to God I can hear you, why do you want to trick me into pain, screaming that at me, honestly I'm so lazy it has been whispered to me and worse to my loved ones for ten years now but now I think it's special. 

Brother

Hi, I can hear you, why are you distracting me, oh no, hoe, shit, fuck, oh shit, fuck lalphua, the smallest hijra every one rides, that's my nickname for 10 years, are you part of this?

It's cool, they backed off, are you there, mirrors, fucking mirrors, fuck you, I won't no no no bitch shit, I might die now get out get out.

Sister

Hi, is this in some sort of telephone world, 

Brother

Hey, where are you and what do you mean by world, like where, shit, shit, fuck shit, 

(And then the talk was over)

End

So the thing that bugs me is that it's 99% naturally inspired in the moment. 

The brother is the only one who was talking. He was trying to talk to his sister so rather sort out the noises and listen beyond. All he could speak of was the response to what affected him. His little sister is gone. 

The hunters took her to fit in officers to do prostitute work for the brother he thinks. He thinks there is at least one word from his sister in the story that was used as a weegee board.