Sibling Love Short Story
Sibling Love Hana 9B Macy Her scream pierced through the air, as I plunged the knife into her clothed stomach. I quickly shrugged off the eerie feeling of being watched as I stared down at my latest victim, the apple she was eating moments earlier laid on the ground, just as unmoving as she was. She deserved it, I thought to myself. The guilt I once felt while ending lives was long gone by now, masked by the sadist in me.
It all started three years ago, when Brianna Smith shoved me into a locked for accidentally knocking down her books which caused her to slip on the first day of school. At first, I just ignored it, but as the teasing, shoving, and hitting got worse, the more my anger took control. The day I finally did something was on prom night, the last straw. Brianna and her friends had managed to convince all the guys not to go to prom with me because of some contagious disease she made up. She thought she could ruin my …show more content…
night, so I made it her last. The strange sense of relief I felt from ending the lives of those who bullied me was addicting, addicting in a way that I started doing it to anyone who got entertainment from torturing me. These deaths, of course, were a shock to everyone but who would ever suspect sweet, innocent Macy?
Ava Bile rose up in my throat at the sight in front of me while I watched in horror as my sister thrust the knife into her classmate’s stomach. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, I refuse to believe it. An innocent girl who I saw just a few hours earlier walking and smiling, completely oblivious to what fate (also known as my apparently psychotic sister) had in store for her, her now dead body sprawled across the ground, at the hands of my own sister. This must mean she was behind all the other deaths. I need to warn everyone.
Macy One day later…
I stared at the blood splattered across the bed, then my blood covered hands, who had been choking my sister not even seconds before.
Sister, the word felt like poison on my tongue. Regret and sadness washed over me thinking about my previous actions. How could I kill my own sister? How could I kill anyone? What have I become? I screamed out in anger, anger at the world for making me like this. I don’t deserve to live. I know what I need to do. I ran down to the kitchen, my heart aching with every step I take, thinking about all those lives I ruined, and the ones I ended. I grabbed the knife with trembling hands, mumbling a silent apology, wanting to scream it out to the whole world. The sound of police sirens filled the pained silence and I knew what I had to do next, I pierced the knife into my heart. I heard the familiar sound of my mom screaming incoherent words, that was the last thing I ever heard before I fell into an eternal
sleep.
The End
It all started three years ago, when Brianna Smith shoved me into a locked for accidentally knocking down her books which caused her to slip on the first day of school. At first, I just ignored it, but as the teasing, shoving, and hitting got worse, the more my anger took control. The day I finally did something was on prom night, the last straw. Brianna and her friends had managed to convince all the guys not to go to prom with me because of some contagious disease she made up. She thought she could ruin my …show more content…
night, so I made it her last. The strange sense of relief I felt from ending the lives of those who bullied me was addicting, addicting in a way that I started doing it to anyone who got entertainment from torturing me. These deaths, of course, were a shock to everyone but who would ever suspect sweet, innocent Macy?
Ava Bile rose up in my throat at the sight in front of me while I watched in horror as my sister thrust the knife into her classmate’s stomach. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, I refuse to believe it. An innocent girl who I saw just a few hours earlier walking and smiling, completely oblivious to what fate (also known as my apparently psychotic sister) had in store for her, her now dead body sprawled across the ground, at the hands of my own sister. This must mean she was behind all the other deaths. I need to warn everyone.
Macy One day later…
I stared at the blood splattered across the bed, then my blood covered hands, who had been choking my sister not even seconds before.
Sister, the word felt like poison on my tongue. Regret and sadness washed over me thinking about my previous actions. How could I kill my own sister? How could I kill anyone? What have I become? I screamed out in anger, anger at the world for making me like this. I don’t deserve to live. I know what I need to do. I ran down to the kitchen, my heart aching with every step I take, thinking about all those lives I ruined, and the ones I ended. I grabbed the knife with trembling hands, mumbling a silent apology, wanting to scream it out to the whole world. The sound of police sirens filled the pained silence and I knew what I had to do next, I pierced the knife into my heart. I heard the familiar sound of my mom screaming incoherent words, that was the last thing I ever heard before I fell into an eternal
sleep.
The End