Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27024716-20150429170039

This happened so long ago I had forgotten all about it. The only reason why I still remember is because I had written multiple journal entries about it and I just now found my journal. Judging by the date I wrote it, I was about eleven years old, I was going to turn twelve, and Ema had just turned eight. We lived in the suburbs of Fredrick, Maryland. It was beautiful.

Oh yes, I almost forgot. Ema's my little sister. You really don't need to know my name, as this story is about Ema, and not me. She was kind of insane, she still is. She thinks that what she does is right, actually. I don't know why I'm not like that, though. What she would do is pretty disturbing.

She would always carry a pair of scissors around in case she saw a bug, no matter how big. If she found one, she would grab the scissors and chase the bug around, until the bug ran out of luck and she would cut it in half. She would do this for almost any kind of bug.

She also carried around a thick piece of chalk, in case she saw an ant. When she does see an ant, she would whip out the chalk and brutally beat the ant to death with it. Because of this, the desk in her room was always splattered with bug guts.

This isn't even the end of it. I remember when she was six she had five homemade mousetraps in her room, designed to trap a mouse but not kill it. If a mouse was unlucky enough to step in the trap and get stuck, Ema would eventually find it. She had stolen Dad's switchblade knife and would stab the mouse multiple times until it died.

Ema did this so silently the only reason I know of it is because one night I got up to get a drink of water. I had passed her room and saw her stabbing a mouse with the knife. I was pretty quiet so that Ema didn't know I was there. This continued for four months. Around the beginning of June was when Dad found out his switchblade knife was missing and Ema had it. She was severly punished for it.

She's done so many things that I won't even list them all. Anyway, it was a warm spring day. I was enjoying myself outside, I don't know what Ema was doing. Dad was out on a client, due to working as a computer repairman, I was homeschooled, and Ema was finished with school for the day. Mom didn't have a job, so it was just the three of us.

I suddenly heard Mom start yelling at Ema, her room's window was open so I was able to hear Mom's yells. Mom was pretty violent towards Ema, like she was the unloved child and that she liked me more. I decided to go inside and check it out, and if I get caught, I'd give them the "I forgot something" excuse.

As I tiptoed into the entrance of Ema's room, I heard what Mom was yelling about. Ema was crying, surprisingly. I had never seen my sister cry before.

"And your desk is splattered with bug guts! Tell me, how did you get those guts?" Mom fumed. Ema didn't say a word, she was trying to wipe her tears away, but more kept coming down.

"ANSWER ME GODDAMNIT!" Mom smacked Ema's face. This caused more tears to flow. Without warning, the tears stopped. Ema got up. Mom tried to shove her back down. No avail. Her nimble body quickly dodged. She had stolen Dad's switchblade knife again, as I found out when she pulled it out from some hidden place, being pretty clever. Around this time, Mom was stunned into silence.

"W-what...?" Ema leapt onto Mom, her weight caused her to fall onto the floor. Mom tried to get up, but Ema pinned her down. She stabbed Mom in the chest, causing her to scream in pain. She took the knife out, causing more pain. Blood pooled onto the wooden floor. She stabbed the knife into her forehead, carving something onto her forehead, I don't know what, I didn't dare look. When she was done, Ema looked up at me. She sweetly smiled and said five words:

"Don't tell anyone, big sister." 