The Ghost of the Orphanage

Every night I can hear it. Can you hear it too? The sickly laughter of my brother as he kills my parents. This happened about two years ago, and every night I am forced to relive this night.

I get up and head toward the bathroom. I open the mirror and grab a razor blade. This is the only way to make it stop. Putting the cool metal on the skin of my wrist I quickly slide it down.

I can't take it any more, I keep cutting until I have blood every where and I feel light headed.

I fall to the floor and my eyes close. My body feels so warm, but grows cold. I must avenge my clan, but it's too late, all I can do now is haunt the orphanage, waiting to be put to rest.