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FLASHBACK
In a wild dance, ire seems run through me. My hands grasp my father's gun tightly, so tightly that the metal bites me. In my head an opera seems to play, but some nonsensical opera that is both an order and a threat. One scene threatens to hurt me; the next scene orders me to hurt another. The voices get louder and louder until I can't bear it, so loud that I can't hear anything. All until the voices are drowned by a wave of beastlike fury.
Slowly I walk to kitchen where my brother is getting drunk. The gun shakes in my hand. The beast I feared as a child engulfs me. Eats me whole in one bite so I have no will power. I can just watch the beast act through clouded eyes. There aren't any voices in my head anymore the beast ate them too. The beast raises the gun at my brother. Soothingly, the beast also tells me that I want my brother dead. How can I not give in? The beast ate the voices that tell me to do anything, without then I am nothing, just a shell. Shaking, my brother lays prostrate on the ground. But nothing in his eyes shows any apology. Just fear and hate. The beast points the gun at Germaine's breast and shoots. I watch as blood slowly flows, the beast leans down to look at my brother. Licking the blood off the wound, the beast savors the murder before the beast comforts me.
Gun in hand, I point it at my arm and shoot. I hear the click and the blast. I see the blood soaking through my sleeve. I taste the metallic flavor of blood. I feel that the wound is my memorial to Germaine. My arm is does not feel pain. The beast leaves.
END OF FLASHBACK
FLASHBACK
In a wild dance, ire seems run through me. My hands grasp my father's gun tightly, so tightly that the metal bites me. In my head an opera seems to play, but some nonsensical opera that is both an order and a threat. One scene threatens to hurt me; the next scene orders me to hurt another. The voices get louder and louder until I can't bear it, so loud that I can't hear anything. All until the voices are drowned by a wave of beastlike fury.
Slowly I walk to kitchen where my brother is getting drunk. The gun shakes in my hand. The beast I feared as a child engulfs me. Eats me whole in one bite so I have no will power. I can just watch the beast act through clouded eyes. There aren't any voices in my head anymore the beast ate them too. The beast raises the gun at my brother. Soothingly, the beast also tells me that I want my brother dead. How can I not give in? The beast ate the voices that tell me to do anything, without then I am nothing, just a shell. Shaking, my brother lays prostrate on the ground. But nothing in his eyes shows any apology. Just fear and hate. The beast points the gun at Germaine's breast and shoots. I watch as blood slowly flows, the beast leans down to look at my brother. Licking the blood off the wound, the beast savors the murder before the beast comforts me.
Gun in hand, I point it at my arm and shoot. I hear the click and the blast. I see the blood soaking through my sleeve. I taste the metallic flavor of blood. I feel that the wound is my memorial to Germaine. My arm is does not feel pain. The beast leaves.
END OF FLASHBACK