Life is Good. nosleep

It was August again, the leaves started to change color and you could hear the voice of children laughing as they were playing along. It was the 10th anniversary of my sister’s suicide. I missed her dearly. Everything went downhill when she passed. My parents went through an amicable divorce, which only hurt me more, I dropped out of school, and I was dead inside. I never understood why my sister did it. She was perfect in all senses of the word, she was kind, intelligent, and beautiful. Apparently, the only thing she lacked was willpower. She was always very weak. Her boyfriend’s constantly treated her like scum and she would stay with them. The worst part was that when she found a suitable paramour she became distant. I was used to talking to my sister every day, and now all I had were recordings my father had taken of us singing along to karaoke, those were the times. That was then, this is now. I was able to come to terms with my sister’s death when I was about 28, it only took me 10 years. I did miss her, and every time I could not take it any longer I’d pay a visit to the rifle. I had built a temple for the rifle, it was the one she used to take her own life. It may seem a bit odd, but it was my way of remembering her. She was so selfish, how could she leave me alone? The other day I though I saw her in the supermarket. It wasn’t her, it was a girl who was about her age when she had passed. She had similar features to my sister so I decided to follow her home. I spent days looking at her through binoculars from the back of her yard. She was my sister now. I knew she was no longer dead. As time passed my life felt a bit uneasy. My whole life had been dictated by the loss of my sister, and now she was alive. What was I to do? I never liked change, so I decided to fix the problem. It was the eve of January when I kidnapped my sister. It was easy, all I had to do was throw her in my car when she took the backroads to school. I started off by slicing her face so that my sister’s beauty wouldn’t die when she did. She screamed, I didn’t like that. I had her captive for ten days and each day to announce my arrival in the play den, I would play the song we sang on the karaoke, she didn’t like that so I started cutting off her pretty toenails. The rest was easy. She wanted to die by the time I was done with her. She had truly become my sister. I finished it off by putting the rifle in her mouth and blowing my sister’s brains out. For the next couple of day’s, I couldn’t help but admire the artwork she had left on the den's wall. The splatter had left a beautiful design and with it a beautiful area for the rifle. I put my sister in one of those industrial refrigerators and every now and then I come visit her. Life is simple now. I talk to my sister every now and then, and I’ve met a girl. Not going to lie she looks a bit like my sister, but that won’t be a problem. Life is good.

Submitted May 04, 2015 at 11:02AM by mrsenorsir http://ift.tt/1K5InUD nosleep