Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27027028-20160120173439

Let me start by saying that I love my sister. She and I have been through it all together. Our parents died when she was only 6 and I was 11. We lived on our own due to the fact that our guardian was well, a jackass. I can’t really complain though as he did house us. We got by, went to school, time went on. After all tragedy+time.

I made friends. Sam, Tyler, Kyle, Stacy, and M. Sam was alway pretty weird. Tyler was kind of a sociopath. Kyle was pretty normal, almost boringly so. stacy was eccentric and a real party girl. M was...well M, I guess. she kept to herself quite a bit but she liked to hang out with us. These were the people I thought I could trust. But I still trusted my sister more than anyone. This was around the time I was...15? yeah. 15. Kate was 9 or 10. 10. definitely 10.

It all began one day when my sister,, Kate, started acting...off. there wasn’t any other way to describe it...she just wasn’t her.

I went to school the next day and hung out with Sam. He too, wasn’t himself. Come to think of it, everybody was acting different. We were walking down the hall when suddenly a mouse came out in front of us. Sam walked up to it, looked down, and brought his foot down on it with a sickening crunch. I was shocked. Sam was weird but he also was a heavy pacifist. I looked at his face. “what the hell man? Why’d you do that?” He just looked at me with a stupid wide grin on his face. Needless to say, it pissed me off.

I went home that day, disturbed and exhausted. I was pleasantly surprised to find that Kate had made cookies. You know, those little ones with the clear sugar sprinkles and frosting. She had been practicing lately. She wanted to bake. and well she had gotten pretty damn good. I took a bite of one of the cookies. it was good..except for a little taste i couldn’t place. I started to taste iron...then felt a sharp pain in my tongue.

I ran to the sink to spit out a wad of those sprinkles and blood. “what the hell...shit that hurts! why am i bleeding..?” I picked up a few of the sprinkles and to my horror i found that they were glass. I had been chewing and almost swallowed at least twelve pieces of glass. Just then my sister walked into the room and said in a fake innocent voice,” Did you like them?”

“What the hell??? Why did you put glass on the cookies Kate!!” I continued to spit blood into the sink. She just giggled and skipped away. I slept uneasy that night.

I was woken up by my guardian, Kent, walking into the house. I haven’t mentioned him until now because, well he worked all day and night and got home at 1 a.m. after drinking all night. the bastard never really did anything but be useless and drink. The next day after school, I went for a drive with Tyler. My tongue was still pretty messed up so i didn’t talk much. But Tyler did. He kept saying some pretty screwed up stuff, even for him. I turned away pretending to ignore him, but listened very closely. “can’t go there….buried...where to go….damn….killed him…” Killed him? Killed who? What the hell was he mumbling about? I kept listening to this for about 20 minutes before he shouted out of nowhere, “We’re here!”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">‘Great.’ I thought. I looked around to see we were on top of the cliff our town was “famous” for. ‘shit. he’s gonna fucking kill me...how do i get away?’ I started planning in my head how to get the hell away from here when he reached into his glove compartment to pull out a knife. I didn’t have time to think when he expertly flipped it out and stabbed at me. I was on pure instinct. I moved my head barely in time. There was a sharp pain in my cheek. Adrenaline coursing through my veins, I shut my eyes and I shot my fist forward as hard as i could into his nose.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He twitched for a bit and then went limp. I screamed as loud as I could. The moment was over but my heart was still racing. Once i had calmed down, I checked his pulse. Dead. I had read cases where people had the bone and cartilage knocked into their brains, killing them.. i thought it was bullshit. But I had just done it. Here lied one of my greatest friends in front of me. And i just killed him….

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The next few hours went by in almost an instant. I made it home somehow. I had taken his car I think. The body was in the trunk. I only started to realize where i was when i opened my front door to find all of my friends my sister, and Kent sitting there in the living room. all staring at me with those same god damned stupid grins and blank eyes. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I whirled around to find Tyler standing up behind me with his hand on my shoulder. He wasn’t breathing. I started to cry. No whining, or any noise. just a few tears in my eyes. I had snapped.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The next moment I felt the worst pain I have ever felt, in my temple. I blacked out. I woke up in my basement. freezing, in only my pants, and I had the worst headache in the world. I found a baseball bat beside me. Was this some sick joke? what the fuck….Did they expect me to fight? Did they just want to enjoy their little game? Well fine. I’ll kill them all. I grabbed the bat and went to the door. Unlocked. Dammit. They really did want me to fight. Bastards. Those people were not the people I loved. Damn, even Kent.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I headed out into the dark house. I encountered M first. She looked at me. She then grabbed her own head and twisted it 360 degrees. I thought I was gonna puke. I charged at her with the bat. Just then Kyle lunged out and tackled me. I brought the bat into his skull and it caved in. No blood. They weren’t human...I lunged up and hit M as hard as I could with the bat. Her head came flying off. Two down.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I felt a sharp pain in my arm. It was Sam. He had stabbed me. I whirled around and slammed his head into the wall. Again. Again. And again. He finally stopped moving. Stacy grabbed me from behind and wrapped around my neck to strangle me. I headbutted her as hard as I could. I saw her hit the ground. Two more down.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I was in the living room now. Tyler and Kent were next. Kent was a damn big guy too. I charged at Kent as hard as I could and sent him through the front window. I thought to myself ‘Lucky. really lucky.’ I looked at Kyle. His nose was pretty messed up. I kicked him in the stomach. He took it like a champ, grabbed my leg and stabbed. I screamed in pain. I buried the bat in his skull. Still not even a drop of blood. What the hell were these things?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I heard a door creak open behind me as i pulled the bat out Kyle. “Please god. No not her.” I turned around to see my sister. My little sister. Her cute smile, her short brown hair. Tears streamed down my face as I looked at her blank eyes. I crumpled to my knees begging god to just let it end. My little sister...no...the thing in my sister came over to me. She hugged me. I lost it. Whaling as i held her close, I grabbed her by the head and broke her neck. Her small, frail figure crumpled to the floor. I puked everywhere. I cried.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I got up and ran. I ran as fast as i could. I ran out of the house. I only glanced back once. i saw all of them. Kyle, M, Stacy, Sam, Kent, Tyler, and my little sister. They were just standing there. I couldn’t see very well through the tears. But i knew they still had that stupid grin on their face. I looked around and I saw in front of every house there were people standing there. grinning. I kept running away as fast as I could go. The last thing I heard that still haunts me to this day, They all chanted in unison, everyone, “Have a nice day.” <ac_metadata title="Have a Nice Day (heavily rewritten) (suggestions as to what i did wrong appreciated)"> </ac_metadata>