I turned over and over on the bed. It just...didn't feel right. I remember! I fought with my older brother, and he slammed my head into the wall. That's why I'm in this uncomfortable hospital bed.
But anyway, I'm Neko Sharuto. I'm not Japanese, but Mom named me. Our dad died from trying to rescue a small dog from his burning apartment. The dog was safe, just his shirt caught on fire and burned him to death.
I hate my brother. He always fights me, even though he has the advantage of being taller. Ugh, I just hate looking at him. I just want to rip his head in half and just tear out his heart with my hands - if he even has one.
The doctors had to stitch my head up and other stuff I wasn't told, unconscious of course. After I came out, I saw my brother, Yushimato, crying. He cries?! Hah! Like he even means it.
On the drive home, I had to sit in the way back of the car when Yushimato got the front seat next to Mom. Of course, I didn't leave until a few...uh...days, I think, but talking about getting stitches is boring.
When we got home, Yushimato had to go to his room immediately. I will never forgive him of this.
I ran up the stairs to my room. I got on my computer and did normal stuff, like checking my email. Then that was when I got such a stupid idea.
I typed;
How to Kill Your Brother
Then this window popped up. It read, Internet Assassin.
I decided to give it a chance. I read the beginning of the page.
Do you hate someone? Did they kill someone you loved? Are they just mean to you? Well then, welcome to Internet Assassin, a website that'll kill someone for free. Just fill the form below.
Your First Name:_
Your Last Name:_
Their First Name:_
Their Last Name:_
|Send|
I, of course, was seriously mad at Yushi. I filled the form.
Your First Name: Neko
Your Last Name: Sharuto
Their First Name: Yushimato
Their Last Name: Sharuto
I slowly clicked the Send button.
I yawned and climbed into my bed. I fell asleep slowly, but something woke me.
Screaming filled the house. "Gaagh! Mom! Neeeko!"
I quickly got up out of my bed and raced to Yoshimato's room. There I saw a dark figure stabbing a knife into Yoshi.
"Get out of here!" I screamed at the shadowy person. I grabbed a book and threw it at the figure. It stared at me, then ran out the window.
"Are you okay?" I sighed at Yoshi.
"Does it look like it?" he panted angrily. A large stain red spot covered his stomach. Only a few more stabs and he would be dead. "Call 911." he commanded.
I walked to his phone and dialed the number. I told them what happened, excluding the website. Soon sirens were heard near our home and they came in. The police checked the house, and the ambulance put Yoshi on the bed. Soon they left, police searching his room once more.