I used to envy everyone at school and the reason is simple, some of them had younger siblings, money, food, parents that loved them dearly and a decent place to live in.
I had none of the above, but the thing that pissed me off the most was how they didn’t appreciate what they had and instead wanted more. The greed is what made me feel sick to my stomach.
That was until we welcomed a new family member into our house. Since then, my parents stopped fighting and they even stopped beating me up.
Everything was going great, in fact it was too good to be true and i knew that the image they built of themselves will soon shatter and things will become even worse than it had ever been.
I went home from school one day and I thought It would be like any other day and that I would play with my little brother once i got home, but what I saw next made my blood boil.
I saw my 6 year old brother getting a severe beating from my father.
Everything was going great for 6 whole years so why does he have to do this? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why father? Why?!?
I screamed in my head while I took a vase and smashed it on his head multiple times.
His blood and pieces of his brain splattering everywhere didn’t make me stop but instead it was as if it encouraged me to do more so I went to the kitchen and grabbed a kitchen knife.
And while I was going back to my father’s body, I saw that his working tools where placed in front of the mirror which was located at the end of the hallway.
I went to get the toolbox and there I saw my reflection in the mirror, there were blood everywhere and chunks of his brain was stuck on my hoodie.
I had this awful but somewhat mesmerizing big grin as if I was insane.
That’s when I saw my mother, she was terrified, she couldn’t even scream.
I turned around and looked at her. She saw me and what I saw in her eyes gave me the most satisfying feeling like I was craving for that look in her face since I was born. Fear. That’s what her eyes told me, she was terrified of me. It made me let out a big chuckle and made me grin even bigger, my lips stretched inhumanly and my eyes widened.
“Don’t you like what you’re seeing mother?”
She looked at me, again with that gaze that made me shiver. It was almost as if it was magical in a way.
“Don’t you like what you’re seeing mother?”
I asked her once more but with a more stern voice and tilted my head.
Her legs gave up and she slumped to the ground.
“Isn’t this what you always wanted to do to me and my little brother?”
My mother looked at me and said nearly whispering.
“D-did you do that to him?”
I let out a laugh and said, “Oh mother, who else could it be, it was your dearest son whom you’ve despised for the longest that did your poor husband a favor and ended his miserable life”
Mother looked at me and asked me another one that made me doubt her knowledge and common sense.
“Did you do that to your brother?”
I clenched my fist and I walked towards her whilst holding onto the toolbox. I went near her face and said, “Only you animals would do that, I’m not like you, I know who deserves to die and who don’t”
She looked at me and started crying, begging me not to kill her. I felt like vomiting so I decided to get a hammer and go at it while I was able to hold in my vomit.
As soon as she stopped her bitching about letting her live and the bloodcurdling screams she let out, I felt a lot better and the urge to vomit was gone just like her.
As I felt satisfied after beating their head with a sludge hammer i found in the basement, I cut their body parts into small pieces and fed it to the stray dogs in my neighborhood.
They tried to attack me a few times in the past while my parents kicked me out but I knew their pain so I didn’t come to hate them.
After giving everything to the dogs, I went straight home and took my brother to his bedroom and went to shower.
I cleaned up every little splatter of blood and bathed my brother once he woke up and gave him some cup noodles.
As we laid in our bed, I told him a story and he slept quickly. “I have to protect him at all costs, even if it meant that I had to kill him..” I thought and grinned before drifting into wonderland.
Ten years later…
Around 10 years have passed since then and I have killed many many people in those past years. I’m 26 now.
Everyone i’ve met so far have mentioned that my everything is flawless, I guess acting a bit nice and getting new victims by having good looks ain’t that bad.
I try to be a social butterfly to get as many people to trust me as possible and my brother is doing great, he’s been eating well and sleeping well.
On my way home, I went to buy some groceries when a cake caught my view. It was a red velvet lava cake and I bought it and went home.
I opened the back door and heard my brother talking to someone. It was the mailman, he always talks to him as if he likes him in that way.
I approached them and hugged my brother from behind and glared at the mailman before smiling at him and inviting him to dinner.
I had a huge build and was fairly strong as well so I thought it wouldn’t be too hard to kill him and I was right, while eating dinner, i stood up and started to strangle him until he looked pale blue.
My brother was in the bathroom so he didn’t know what happened and I’m not planning on telling him either.
One Sunday when I was away with a friend, my brother called me and when I picked it up, I heard him moaning and telling whoever was violating him to stop.
I rushed home and saw something that made me lose it. A man was on top of my cute little brother and was raping him.
I yelled at the man before slamming him to the ground and smashing his head open with my bare hands.
I then took my brother and went to the bathroom. While I was bathing him, I remembered every single thing that happened to him while I was away.
I thought that I was such a bad big brother for not being able to protect him and left to bring him towels and clothes to change into.
When I was about to open the door a great idea popped in my head.
If I can’t protect him while he’s alive… then what if I..
I went back to my bedroom to bring me my favorite axe. The one i’ve never used before. Both the blade and the handle were the color of blood.
That was when i heard the bathroom door open and foot steps which stopped right in front of my bedroom door and I heard my brother asking me if I was in my room.
I opened the door and before my brother could say or process anything, I swung my axe into his head…
I cried while holding onto him but those cries soon turned into chuckles and I started to full on laugh maniacally.
I took his body into the kitchen and ate him whole, then and there.
After consuming every bit of him, I laughed once again and said to myself, “If I can’t protect him while he’s alive, then I’ll just eat him so he can be protected everywhere he go”.
