"You stupid mistake! Why can't you be NORMAL or PLESANT like your brother? You are just so awful! I can't bear to look at you anymore! Or ever again! Why won't you just DIE ALREADY?" mother shrieked as she hurled a butcher knife at me. I could have easily dodged it, but there was no need for me to.

"Vulnerant!" I hear his voice before I see him. He runs in front of me to block the knife. He exclaims as the blade wedges itself between his shoulder blades. "Ahhh..Ah…" he stutters. He can't get any full words out right now.

"Auriellius!" I scream as I run to catch my twin brother before he hits the ground. I hold him carefully so that I don't cause the knife to slice into him any further. "A-Airy? Oh, no….. Please! Airy, say something! Please!" I feel tears burning in my eyes.

"Hey, Vul…" his voice is so weak, I can barely hear him.

"Why did you do that Airy? Why the hell do that! I didn't ask you to! Damnit!" I shout at him. He only frowns at first. Then he gives me this stupid smirk as he replies.

"Ya didn't have to ask me, Vul…" His eyes are getting dark. His body is getting cold. I'm shaking. His blood is all over me.

"Please…. Don't die….. Airy, please! PLEASE!" I'm screaming at him again. I look up and see the sheet-white face of our mother. "You…. You bitch! You did this to him! You killed him! He was only thirteen! It's your fault! It's your fault!" I rage at her. She is shaking even worse than I am. She seems almost glued to the spot she trembles at. I slowly set Auriellius down and struggle to my feet. "It's your fault…. Your fault….." I keep repeating that as I walk towards her . . . . . and the knife block. When I reach them I loose whatever sanity I had left. My body feels numb, but my blood is boiling, my anger heating it. "I HATE YOU!" I shriek as I yank out the largest knife from the stand. I thrust it into her chest. I hope it hit her damned heart. Blood rushes out of her mouth and the wound. I feel her life pour out and slip away. I grimace as I let go of the knife and watch her body begin pooling blood. I hear a voice behind me that snaps me out of my inanity.

"V-Vulner…..Vulnera…" I turn around and run back to my brother's side.

"Auriellius?" I gasp.

"Vul… You… You didn't…" He struggles to get the words out and grimaces at the pain it causes. I hold up my hand to stop his shaky efforts. I know he's going to tell me I didn't have to kill our mother. But he is completely wrong.

"Yah, yah Airy…. I did." I look down into his eyes as they get even darker.

Then I feel it. He's not here anymore.

He's dead.

I'm shaking even worse. With my wildly jittering hand I remove the knife, now soaked with his blood. I stare at it. I grasp it tightly in both of my hands. "Please…. Auriellius…. I'm sorry…" I say as I shut my eyes and a few tears spill out. I hold the knife so the blade faces my own heart now. I feel it quicken in panic. I grit my teeth, and I plunge it into my own body. His cold blood left on the blade is covered by mine, fresh and warm. I must have missed my heart, because I lied there for endless hours of grueling agony waiting to be allowed death. So many colors and memories flash before my darkening eyes. "Forgive me…." I utter my last words, and then I feel my own life end.

Satura Moriar; 26 years of age.

Murdered.

Auriellius Moriar; 13 years of age.

Murdered.

Vulnerant Moriar; 13 years of age.

Suicide.

Story by: Talking2TheRain