My name is Rian. I have kidney stones. My left kidney is smaller than my right kidney and is functioning at about nine percent.
Aside from a leaky bladder and a handful of pills I have to take every day, I'm not much different from most people. I'm a 17-year-old high school student.
I have a brother who's two years younger than me. His name is Darian. My parents used to get along really well. We were a happy, ordinary family of four... Until that day, that is.
After school, I'd spent a few hours at the library before walking home, my favorite artist playing through my headphones, and I'd mutter to myself about how deeply I hated history.
But then I noticed a strong odor coming from the house's capabilities. I finally noticed what looked like a sausage on the floor by the door, where I lifted the beginnings of it, which were clearly visible.
I wasn't wearing my glasses, so I moved closer—I crouched down—and realized that what I thought was a sausage was actually a severed finger.
I froze in place. Automatically edited with flickering parts.
Inside... My brother was there, kneeling beside our father's body—more specifically, his remains: his limbs, torn off one by one. My mother's arm was being cut off—parts of it, headless.
I couldn't get the words out. Tears filled my eyes. He must have heard my shaky breath, because he stopped what he was doing and looked at me.
He smiled.
All I managed to whisper was, "Why?"
And with that same stupid grin, he said, "It was all for you, big brother."
My knees buckled. I fell to the ground and began to scream, loud, ugly sobs surging from within.
I got even angrier when the neighbors came. If they heard me crying ... why had they heard my parents screaming for help?
The whispers around me disgusted me. Don't you pity me? Hah! You idiots! I'm hurting you ! All they do is mock people's pain—how can you possibly understand what I'm going through!?
"Poor thing"? Really? "Don't be sad"? "You secretly"? What do you understand!? With those eyes and methods, you fools!
I turned to Darian and started shouting:
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT, HAH!? What does he mean by 'for my own good'!? You're disgusting! Don't you have any shame in saying that about me in the future !?"
"Burn in hell, you dirty bastard!" "I hate you! I swear I will kill you! Even if you run to the farthest corners of the earth, I won't follow you as far as you go and I will rip a hole in the your brain - DO YOU HEAR, YOU FUCKING BITCH!?"
When the police arrived, they carried my brother away. As they dragged him, I shouted all the curses after him on all the lines.