Story: My Tiny Little Secret.
Everybody has secrets, things they can never tell to anybody no matter what, things that they can't even trust themselves to keep. I hope you enjoy this short story.
“I, like anybody else, have my own secrets. I, like many people, have a dark secret which I told to nobody, close or not. A secret that I kept to myself and myself only till it became a part of me.
It hunted me. It scared me, but I learned to love it until it became a comfort, a reason to smile whenever I felt like the world was casting me away as though I was an empty useless pen.
I killed my sister. I killed her with my own very small hands. I killed her at a time I understood very little of the world, at a very young and sensitive age.
Before she was born I was an only child that was spoiled with love and affection. As a kid I always wanted a little brother or sister to take care of and be their hero. Little did I know that when my dream finally came true, it was in reality a nightmare masked behind an innocent baby face.
I was the first to hold her after her birth. She was as small as a doll and as red as a tomato. She was very fragile. I remember thinking how easy it would be to squash her under my feet, I had to protect this little thing, my cute little sister.
When we arrived back home, I was too obsessed with her to notice the changes occurring around me. I noticed them eventually.
When my obsession lessened, I realized what was happening. My parents changed. They were overly attached to the baby that they seemed to forget my existence. They either yell at me or ignore that I even exist.
I pondered time and again for the reason; the only result I managed to get was the same. It was my sister. It was hard for me to deal with, for I had not the slightest clue how such an innocent thing could cause such drastic changes. I sensed that something was very wrong, but I disregarded the idea as it seemed very unrealistic. My sister was not causing problems, I was just imagining.
However, I noted later that the idea was not so stupid after all. It all happened this one time, a few months later, after feeding her I left her on the bed and took the plate to the kitchen. When I came back, my sister was on the floor and my mother had rushed to her rescue. I feared that she would be hurt, but when I went close to check, my mother lashed at me yelling at the top of her voice. She then slapped me and made me go to my room.
After that incident, I was not allowed near my sister again, and whenever I tried one of my parents would stare at me, no doubt waiting for me to take the bate and beat me up like they did once before when I approached her.
She was a danger. I felt as though I was being attacked, so I had no other choice but to plot to win the war. I planned and plotted. I calculated it very well, but success does not come easy, so I had to wait for the right time to strike. Before I proceeded to initiate the plan, I had to first earn their trust, and their trust I earned.
Very slowly, they began to allow me to go closer to her although I had to keep up an innocent face for that to work. Yet, no matter how hard I tried they would still keep an eye on me. It was no problem, for my plan had to wait a while longer.
Two years passed, my mother put my sister in her little pool to play in. She would always watch her until she was done just in case my sister lost her balance, but those days she proved to be able to play in the pool on her own. For that my mother left her, and went to watch TV.
My mother just adores the TV to be very loud.
I wanted to be with my sister without them watching, for it made me angry that after all this time they just cannot forget that tiny unintentional incident. Besides, I have found a way to be with her on my own, and we would play and eat as much sweets as we want without them bothering us. My lovely little sister was such a sweet company, I adored her very dearly.
She noticed my arrival, so she threw her hands up happily. I sat next to the pool and smiled at her while stroking her hair. She loved it when I did that.
I told her that we were going to play a new game while our mother was not looking. She laughed excitedly waiting for me to explain the game for her. I started telling her how to play the game.
We would take turns to hold our breath under the water as long as possible, and the winner would get whatever he or she wishes for. Smiling, she nodded her head in agreement.
I demonstrated to her how to do it. While my head was under the water I was counting. When I pulled out of it, she said she understood.
I started first, when I reached the number four I stopped. She smiled at me then started her turn. I knew she would not even last till two, so it had to be very fast. I pushed her head down and held it with all the strength I could muster. She flailed about and splashed water everywhere trying to push me away, and after some time she stilled completely.
I exhaled. I felt tired mentally, and I was shaking a little bit nevertheless I was relieved. It may come off strange, but I loved my little sister. I was always happy to be with her. However, I loved my parents more, and I wanted everything to go back to how it was before she was born. I knew that the only way to achieve that was for her to get out of the picture. It was for her own sake also, for I did not want her to go through what I went through if my parents decided to bear another child. It was not a choice, it was an obligation. I had to do it.
Now that the hard part was done, I only had to run to my friend's house. After making sure that there is nothing suspicious in the crime scene, I ran out of the back door staying out of sight. I ran like the wind, like my life depended on. Well, my life did depend on it. I made it exactly on time. Before knocking I made sure to rest a bit and adjust my clothes for it to seem as though I was was walking very slowly. I spent the time playing with my friend waiting for my father to pick me up on his way back from work.
As I suspected my friend's mother had a phone call sometime later, and was looking at me now and then. She looked very pale when she came to break the news to me. Now all I had to do was apply the act I was practising in front of the mirror the past two years. I practised it until it reached the point of perfection, until it became a natural reaction.
I was taken home by my friend's parents. There I was welcomed by hugs, I so dearly missed, from my father and my sobbing mother. Nobody seemed to suspect anything. In their eyes, she only drowned because of a careless move from my mother's side.
The funeral was like any other funeral apart from the fact that I wanted to jump in happiness instead of acting sad, but then it downed on me that I actually killed my own sister. She trusted me, but I stabbed her in the back. I remembered her smile. It haunted me for years to come. Every night I would see her smiling at me, and then being killed by me. The whole scene repeated over and over again
For the next few years I tried to reassure myself that I had to do it. I reasoned with myself again and again until I remembered the reason why I killed, no, murdered her. I noticed that my parents were treating me very well. They would smile and hug me very often. they would be there every night when I had nightmares. Everything returned to how it was supposed to be.”
My teacher handed me the script back telling me how well written the story was, and how much he liked the theme of the story. I smiled back at him thinking to myself: "What would his reaction be if I told him about my little secret"
It would no longer be a secret if I told it to anyone though.
The End
“I, like anybody else, have my own secrets. I, like many people, have a dark secret which I told to nobody, close or not. A secret that I kept to myself and myself only till it became a part of me.
It hunted me. It scared me, but I learned to love it until it became a comfort, a reason to smile whenever I felt like the world was casting me away as though I was an empty useless pen.
I killed my sister. I killed her with my own very small hands. I killed her at a time I understood very little of the world, at a very young and sensitive age.
Before she was born I was an only child that was spoiled with love and affection. As a kid I always wanted a little brother or sister to take care of and be their hero. Little did I know that when my dream finally came true, it was in reality a nightmare masked behind an innocent baby face.
I was the first to hold her after her birth. She was as small as a doll and as red as a tomato. She was very fragile. I remember thinking how easy it would be to squash her under my feet, I had to protect this little thing, my cute little sister.
When we arrived back home, I was too obsessed with her to notice the changes occurring around me. I noticed them eventually.
When my obsession lessened, I realized what was happening. My parents changed. They were overly attached to the baby that they seemed to forget my existence. They either yell at me or ignore that I even exist.
I pondered time and again for the reason; the only result I managed to get was the same. It was my sister. It was hard for me to deal with, for I had not the slightest clue how such an innocent thing could cause such drastic changes. I sensed that something was very wrong, but I disregarded the idea as it seemed very unrealistic. My sister was not causing problems, I was just imagining.
However, I noted later that the idea was not so stupid after all. It all happened this one time, a few months later, after feeding her I left her on the bed and took the plate to the kitchen. When I came back, my sister was on the floor and my mother had rushed to her rescue. I feared that she would be hurt, but when I went close to check, my mother lashed at me yelling at the top of her voice. She then slapped me and made me go to my room.
After that incident, I was not allowed near my sister again, and whenever I tried one of my parents would stare at me, no doubt waiting for me to take the bate and beat me up like they did once before when I approached her.
She was a danger. I felt as though I was being attacked, so I had no other choice but to plot to win the war. I planned and plotted. I calculated it very well, but success does not come easy, so I had to wait for the right time to strike. Before I proceeded to initiate the plan, I had to first earn their trust, and their trust I earned.
Very slowly, they began to allow me to go closer to her although I had to keep up an innocent face for that to work. Yet, no matter how hard I tried they would still keep an eye on me. It was no problem, for my plan had to wait a while longer.
Two years passed, my mother put my sister in her little pool to play in. She would always watch her until she was done just in case my sister lost her balance, but those days she proved to be able to play in the pool on her own. For that my mother left her, and went to watch TV.
My mother just adores the TV to be very loud.
I wanted to be with my sister without them watching, for it made me angry that after all this time they just cannot forget that tiny unintentional incident. Besides, I have found a way to be with her on my own, and we would play and eat as much sweets as we want without them bothering us. My lovely little sister was such a sweet company, I adored her very dearly.
She noticed my arrival, so she threw her hands up happily. I sat next to the pool and smiled at her while stroking her hair. She loved it when I did that.
I told her that we were going to play a new game while our mother was not looking. She laughed excitedly waiting for me to explain the game for her. I started telling her how to play the game.
We would take turns to hold our breath under the water as long as possible, and the winner would get whatever he or she wishes for. Smiling, she nodded her head in agreement.
I demonstrated to her how to do it. While my head was under the water I was counting. When I pulled out of it, she said she understood.
I started first, when I reached the number four I stopped. She smiled at me then started her turn. I knew she would not even last till two, so it had to be very fast. I pushed her head down and held it with all the strength I could muster. She flailed about and splashed water everywhere trying to push me away, and after some time she stilled completely.
I exhaled. I felt tired mentally, and I was shaking a little bit nevertheless I was relieved. It may come off strange, but I loved my little sister. I was always happy to be with her. However, I loved my parents more, and I wanted everything to go back to how it was before she was born. I knew that the only way to achieve that was for her to get out of the picture. It was for her own sake also, for I did not want her to go through what I went through if my parents decided to bear another child. It was not a choice, it was an obligation. I had to do it.
Now that the hard part was done, I only had to run to my friend's house. After making sure that there is nothing suspicious in the crime scene, I ran out of the back door staying out of sight. I ran like the wind, like my life depended on. Well, my life did depend on it. I made it exactly on time. Before knocking I made sure to rest a bit and adjust my clothes for it to seem as though I was was walking very slowly. I spent the time playing with my friend waiting for my father to pick me up on his way back from work.
As I suspected my friend's mother had a phone call sometime later, and was looking at me now and then. She looked very pale when she came to break the news to me. Now all I had to do was apply the act I was practising in front of the mirror the past two years. I practised it until it reached the point of perfection, until it became a natural reaction.
I was taken home by my friend's parents. There I was welcomed by hugs, I so dearly missed, from my father and my sobbing mother. Nobody seemed to suspect anything. In their eyes, she only drowned because of a careless move from my mother's side.
The funeral was like any other funeral apart from the fact that I wanted to jump in happiness instead of acting sad, but then it downed on me that I actually killed my own sister. She trusted me, but I stabbed her in the back. I remembered her smile. It haunted me for years to come. Every night I would see her smiling at me, and then being killed by me. The whole scene repeated over and over again
For the next few years I tried to reassure myself that I had to do it. I reasoned with myself again and again until I remembered the reason why I killed, no, murdered her. I noticed that my parents were treating me very well. They would smile and hug me very often. they would be there every night when I had nightmares. Everything returned to how it was supposed to be.”
My teacher handed me the script back telling me how well written the story was, and how much he liked the theme of the story. I smiled back at him thinking to myself: "What would his reaction be if I told him about my little secret"
It would no longer be a secret if I told it to anyone though.
The End
Comments
Post a Comment