Crumbling Life
This is a story about a girl who's life is falling down around her. It starts with her grandparent's death, her father dying because of diabetes, her brother is murdered and her sister is diagnosed with brain cancer.
Do not read if you are a sappy person, you cry easily, you don't have an iron stomach or you can't stand emo people like me.
I called out angrily for the fifth time "Alexander!!!!"
My brother didn't respond. I pounded on the door hard until my fists ached. I shakily looked at my hands. They were red and raw from the rough wood. I looked at the damaged skin that was rough. They had developed calluses over the last few days.
"ALEXANDER!!!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, breaking the silence. It wasn't like Alex to not answer the door.
I twisted the doorknob frantically. The cold, metal doorknob wouldn't budge.I swept my hand over the dusty, greasy door frame's top and grabbed on to the small, smooth, grimy key. I inserted it into the small, jagged keyhole and turned it.
I gently opened up the door and the stench of blood instantly filled my nose. It was like being hit in the face with a brick. I gagged at the ghastly, disturbing sight of Alexander's arm thrown on top of the dresser, his head put on a stake and leaned against the window and the rest of his body lying on a red bed that was once blue.
I sidestepped a gun and a knife and looked at the deep gash in Alexander's lower abdomen. His intestines were hanging out and the stench of you-know-what filled my nose. Someone had eviscerated him and had cut open his intestines.
The blue walls had blood splatters all over them, an alarming bright, blood red against a calm, baby blue. The white carpet had turned pink and red with spots of brown like mud stains. The baby blue ceiling also had red stains on them.
Someone had killed Alexander, someone who despised him.
I gingerly picked up the knife by the silicone grip. The spongy grip formed to my hand and the silver blade shined menacingly as red droplets of blood dripped off of the tip.
My mother walked in, carrying a tray of delicious smelling food and she almost puked at the sight. She dropped the wooden tray, the glass cup shattered and orange juice stained the carpet. The maple syrup dripped off the pancakes, mixing with blood. The sausage left an oily stain and rolled towards the bed.
"A-a-a-amanda..." My mother stuttered.
Tears filled my mom's eyes. The strong woman who I had known had melted away. Her calm, tranquil, strong, emerald green eyes were quivering, shaking and had become weakened. Her plump, bottom lip was shaking violently and her skin was pale, as if she had seen a ghost.
"You killed him...." My mom said, weeping. She had dropped to her knees know, keeling over. Her dark brown hair covered her ghastly pale face.
"I didn't..." I protested.
"You're holding the knife though. He had been cut to bits...." My mother cried, shaking.
(This isn't done yet, it will be edited. I need to go for now, this will be finished.
My brother didn't respond. I pounded on the door hard until my fists ached. I shakily looked at my hands. They were red and raw from the rough wood. I looked at the damaged skin that was rough. They had developed calluses over the last few days.
"ALEXANDER!!!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, breaking the silence. It wasn't like Alex to not answer the door.
I twisted the doorknob frantically. The cold, metal doorknob wouldn't budge.I swept my hand over the dusty, greasy door frame's top and grabbed on to the small, smooth, grimy key. I inserted it into the small, jagged keyhole and turned it.
I gently opened up the door and the stench of blood instantly filled my nose. It was like being hit in the face with a brick. I gagged at the ghastly, disturbing sight of Alexander's arm thrown on top of the dresser, his head put on a stake and leaned against the window and the rest of his body lying on a red bed that was once blue.
I sidestepped a gun and a knife and looked at the deep gash in Alexander's lower abdomen. His intestines were hanging out and the stench of you-know-what filled my nose. Someone had eviscerated him and had cut open his intestines.
The blue walls had blood splatters all over them, an alarming bright, blood red against a calm, baby blue. The white carpet had turned pink and red with spots of brown like mud stains. The baby blue ceiling also had red stains on them.
Someone had killed Alexander, someone who despised him.
I gingerly picked up the knife by the silicone grip. The spongy grip formed to my hand and the silver blade shined menacingly as red droplets of blood dripped off of the tip.
My mother walked in, carrying a tray of delicious smelling food and she almost puked at the sight. She dropped the wooden tray, the glass cup shattered and orange juice stained the carpet. The maple syrup dripped off the pancakes, mixing with blood. The sausage left an oily stain and rolled towards the bed.
"A-a-a-amanda..." My mother stuttered.
Tears filled my mom's eyes. The strong woman who I had known had melted away. Her calm, tranquil, strong, emerald green eyes were quivering, shaking and had become weakened. Her plump, bottom lip was shaking violently and her skin was pale, as if she had seen a ghost.
"You killed him...." My mom said, weeping. She had dropped to her knees know, keeling over. Her dark brown hair covered her ghastly pale face.
"I didn't..." I protested.
"You're holding the knife though. He had been cut to bits...." My mother cried, shaking.
(This isn't done yet, it will be edited. I need to go for now, this will be finished.
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