the will

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1. the will

 

 

 

‘Why brother’ those were her last words before leaving this world. The crimson red blood the colour of red wine contrasting her pale face. Her body laid lifeless eyes wide open and a look of shock and disbelief. The last thing she heard was my laughter roaring through the breezeless night wall all I could see was the scarlet blood that once flowed through her veins. Each drop of blood slowly taken her away leaving me in this reached world pale and weak with sounds and noises drumming in my head.

The memory haunts me till this day even though a year has passed since she died. I hated myself for remembering, every single detail from the colour of her blood to the look on her face. I hope by writing this the huge burden I’ve been carrying on my shoulder was lifted. Instead of complaining I should tell you what happened and trust me there’s no happily ever after

 

 Here is how it all began.

 

It all started when my father passed away leaving my mother a widow and us fatherless it didn’t matter as much as we weren’t kids any more I was 18 and my sister was 16. We carried on with our normal lives until fathers layer came and told us that our father had left a will leaving us all money divided between us. But my hungry thirst for money and blood couldn’t survive with half the money I was given. I was hungry and wanted more. I went to my room and thought of a plan writing everything down planning ways to kill them I know I sound like a blood thirsty maniac but its crazy what money does to people.

When I finished I gazed at my master plan amazed by how I planned everything starting from small ways to kill them and if those failed bigger plans I put on some gloves so I didn’t leave finger prints when I  added herbs to the soup I got from the store to get poison herbs. I went to sleep but woke up with my mother standing with a knife in her hands. She hurled the knife down but, thank god for my quick reflexes I dodged her. I saw a smile creep up her face and I realised I wasn’t the only one who wanted the money. I jumped at her grabbing the knife from her. She walked backwards gawping at me I was a skinny, weak kid for an 18 year old but the thirst for money gave strength. Now it was my turn to jump at her. The knife dug through the fabric of her dress piercing into her heart.

It was then I realised I was mad killing my own mother the women who bought me into me into this world but by then all sanity had left me leaving me inhumane and mad. I picked up the body and put it on the bed. I started to worry but remembered I still had the gloves on which I forgot to take off. I let out a sigh of relief and through the gloves out the window hitting a passerby. I left the knife on her bed and went to my own room and fell asleep.

I heard my sister scream and I hurried to my mum’s room. There was my sister crying, helpless on my mum’s bed. There was a police officer next to her investigating. They stayed there all day and left after saying they’d return tomorrow.

My sister was sobbing uncontrollably ‘Why WHY does everyone have to die mum, dad who next, she continued to cried. In answer to her question I mumbled ‘you’. I hated seeing her cry and decided to kill her quickly. ‘Elizabeth’ I said ‘I have something to cheer you up outside.’ She looked up at me and said ‘what’ ‘come follow me to find out’. I let her go in front of me and slipped the knife in my pocket.

As I led her outside I stopped by the river and pounced at her like an tiger jumping on its prey. She lay helpless on the flow. Looking into my eyes that had not an ounce of humanity.

And here I will repeat the begging of my story.

‘Why brother’ those were her last words before leaving this world. The crimson red blood the colour of red wine contrasting her pale face. Her body laid lifeless eyes wide open and a look of shock and disbelief. The last thing she heard was my laughter roaring through the breeze less night wall all I could see was the scarlet blood that once flowed through her veins. Each drop of blood slowly taken her away leaving me in this reached world pale and weak with sounds and noises drumming in my head.

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