Today was a normal day, like almost every other day in this house. The alarm clocks in the house all went of at 5:30, vacation and weekends. However, this particular morning, Keijun was having a particularly hard time getting out of bed. His long reddish-brown hair fell over his eyes as usual. His blue beanie lay crushed on the floor by the foot of his bed. His soft, red eyes blinking rarely as his eyes were more or less closed. Oh, he was awake, but he couldn't bring himself to move his legs to get out of bed. He just lay there thinking about nothing in particular. I wonder if anything else odd is going to happen today. So far, school hasn't gone that well... From down below, his mother calls, "Keii, sweetie, you're gonna be late!" She coughed twice and began to walk up the wooden stairs. "Mother, are you all right?" he called as he stood up pulling of his shirt and preparing for a brisk, cold shower, as usual. This is what he enjoyed in May, the few weeks before he ended his 5th grade year. His mother coughed again and jiggled the doorknob that lead to his room. It seemed as if she was having trouble opening it. "Here," Keijun said as he opened the door for his mother who, at the moment, had very pale skin and a weak smile on her face. "Mother, are you okay?" "Yes, i'm fine. But you won't be if you're tardy." Keijun could clearly hear his mother's breathing become raspy and shallow like a fish out of water. "Mother?! You don't sound good at all." "And you'll be worse if you don't get your a** in the shower," his mother suddenly snapped. Against his better judgement, Keijun walked stiffly into the 3/4 bathroom down the hall. He shook the doorknob to try and get it open. He wasn't about to accept that it was locked because his sister was in there. He banged on the door with his clenched fists. His sister began to scream at the top of her lungs. "Will you to please stop all the damn noise?!" his mother yelled. His father, who had overslept the alarm clock as well, was now up and about at the sound of his wife screaming. His attempt to calm her down just made everything worse. "Where's your sister?" he called to his son. "She's in the bathroom..retiling the floor." "NO I"M NOT!!" she screamed as she ran out of the bathroom and into her mother. "Mom! Make him stop!" "SELENE! WILL YOU JUST-" his mother halted. "What the-! It tastes like someone stuffed a thousand pennies in my mouth." Silence. "...Oh my God..." his father said under his breath. "Somebody call an ambulance!" he screamed in the general direction of this son. On the way, he tripped over his sister who, by now, was looking bug-eyed in no general direction.
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This is later in the day at the nearest hospital. Her mother was pronounced dead at about 6:44 in the late evening. Keijun's father was bawling his eyes out, which was something Keii would have normally laughed at. But, right now it was too busy fuming. He shot menacing glances at his 6-year-old sister. A part of him became different. He began to feel like killing people. A lot of people. This is when he couldn't stand it. He grabbed his sister's arm. "Where are we going?" she asked as she methodically licked a yellow lollipop which she begged for from the nurse. "You ... killed ... my ... mother..." she said as in a trance. He drew a miniature can of Lysol from his pocket and his Swiss Army knife. He took out a white kitchen glove and pulled it on as it snapped on his wrist. He rubbed to wood casing of the handle on the pavement to remove coating to keep people from recognising his knife. He then sprayed the blade with Lysol and wiped it clean with his handkerchief. When be brought the knife along, he planned to use it to pick off a vending machine as he'd missed breakfast and his dad was too much of a wreck to even slide his hand into his pocket and take out his wallet to give him a dollar. But now, he had a different plan... He picked up the scraped knife and walked slowly over to his sister smiling wryly. She opened her mouth to scream out, but he gagged her with his handkerchief. He drew his arm back, looked away, and stabbed blindly. When he felt intense pain, he knew something was wrong. He opened his eyes and saw that he had stabbed his own hand. While he was investigating his hand and wrapping a second handkerchief around it to soak up the blood, his sister began sneaking away. He looked up and say her quickly, quietly, leaving. He normally red eyes turned a off-white shade as he stood to his feet pressing his left pointer finger against his right palm. The knife rested between his right pointer and middle finger like a cigarette. His face flushed of color and his breathing became shallow. The anger inside of him was intense. Suddenly, the knife flew out of his fingers as if thrown by an invisible force. The knife pierced into his sister's neck. She shrieked in pain and collapsed to the ground, lifeless. He ran over to her and laughed in her face. She began to cry and whimper softly. "Why?... brother...why did you..." she began. She closed her eyes and the whimpering stopped.
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The color returned to his face and his eyes returned to red. He saw his sister dead, under him. He stood up, but felt weak. He fell back to his knees and tears began to fall from his eyes. He only cried for a moment because he knew he'd have to cover this up. He took her right arm and clasped it around the knife. He took off the glove and returned it to his pocket. A police officer was driving up because he had heard the piercing cry. Keijun looked up suddenly and quickly touched his left finger to his right palm. He figured if something beyond him could throw the knife, something beyond him could get him away from his current location. The color drained from his face and his eyes turned white. Pain struck him in his upper arm and then it became numb. He tried to ignore the pain, but S.B. refused to listen to his requests. As the police officer came up, he decided the best thing to do was lie. He took some dirt off the pavement and threw it into his eyes. He clenched them as tight as he could until tears seeped through his eyelids. When he checked to see how he looked on the back of his watch, his eyes were bloodshot as if he'd been crying for hours. He sniffled and wiped his eyes as the police officer came up. *sniff sniff* "Mr. Police Officer," he began with his eyes filled with tears. "A mean man came and killed my sister and tried to kill me. See? Look at my hand." Keijun unwrapped the handkerchief from around his hand to expose the blood oozing out from where he'd stabbed himself. "Oh you poor thing!" he said insincerely. You could tell he didn't like children very much, but he was trying. "Hey!" he exclaimed suddenly. "Why don't you tell me what your name is!" he said in a faux manner. "Keijun. My mother just died and now my sister is dead and-" he began to "cry" again. "And, I don't know what to do..." he stated sincerely. He was now crying for real and his eyes felt better as the dirt was flushed from his eyes. He walked inside the hospital alone
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