The Jackson family Tragedie
Murder on Simlane
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Part two
The final episode
Author gip-k speaking. Since there was
not enough memory to complete the other story,
because it was too long, I am giving you the
shorter, final episode of The Jackson family
Tragedie. Lets shoot.
Robin's Jackson's side of the story
I grabbed her hand, tears streaming down my
face.
"You can't be dead. You can't be dead. You can't
be DEAD!" I reapeted these words, my stomach
twisting like a twist tie.
It was because I was nervous to the extreme. I
suddenly felt my sister's hand become colder.
I felt her forehead, I was really weeping now.
It was even colder.
"Not now, Mary. Not now. Not ever! You can't
just die on me like this! YOU CAN'T!!!!!! YOU,
JUST, CAAAAANNNNNN'T!!!!!!!" I yelled.
I was mad and sad at the same time. Extremely
mad that they killed her. Snap! Just like that.
She's gone. They destroyed her. I finally
felt her heart.
No beat.
I felt it again.
No beat.
I felt it once again.
No beat.
I felt it again, and again, and AGAIN. Not even
a single beat. I cryed so hard that my tears
soaked my sister's pajama shirt. I took my
notebook and drew my best picture of a flower
bonquet. I tore the paper out and put it under her
shirt. I drew two more single flowers and tore
them out of the paper. I hugged her and put the
flowers in her hands. I kissed her forehead then
made a single, leaveless, stemless, flower then
put it on her forehead.
"Goodbye, Mary. I love you. I know i'll see you
again, shortly. I'm sorry I teased you and-"
I said a long goodbye to her.
I dragged her against the wall. I then lied
down my head next to her and cried my little
self to sleep. I fell asleep faster than I
wanted to. No matter. SHE, was what mattered.
I woke up the next morning filled with sorrow.
That morning is today. I wonder if they think
I'm still alive. I know Mary died of neither
smoke inhalation or burn. Because she had
no burns and the fire had barely started.
She starved to death. Losing her last drop
of energy, she died(Rest in peace Mary).
Today I am sitting down, much more lonely
than ever. I just have to wait and see what
the day will bring. I know that my parents
will go to work and come home with yet,
another stupid plan. I am very unhappy.
Talk to you later.
Later...
My parents are home. As usual, they sawed
into the room. How I wish dad would quit
his annoying habit of doing that! He
looked around. He saw me sitting on the
ground by Mary.
"What are you look'in at you jerk! Com'in
by to see if we're alive? Why don't you
leave me be you fool!" I yelled angrilly.
"You'd better watch that mouth of yours
you, rebellious son! I suppose Mary is
asleep. But why is she sleeping in so
late?" my dad asked.
"Use your mind! What? Are you blind? Does
she look asleep! She's dead you fool! It's
all your fault you filthy traitor!" I said
angrilly.
Dad lifted me up by my shirt collar.
"You don't talk to me like that! If she's
dead why didn't you just say so!" dad yelled.
Dad slapped me real hard on the face.
"Ouch!" I yelled, falling to the floor.
"Today, since you're alive, we've gotta get
rid of you. And guess what, because of what
you said, I suppose i'm happy it's your day
to die." dad said, storming out of my room.
He returned with a bin. He grabbed my sister
and somehow, managed to fit her inside.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" I
screamed.
"What in the world have you done! You just
put her legs together and put her arms over
her legs and put her in that bin! You just
basically folded her up, and squished her
up, then threw her in the bin! Have you
nothing to say? No goodbyes? NOTHING!"
I exclaimed.
"I have no comments right now, okay boy?
You just wait and see, I have a bin for
you, aswell. I have every intention of
sticking you in it." he said flatly.
As he left the room, my eyes widened. For
a moment before Mary died, I knew, I just
knew that what I said I didn't mean, and
that our parents wouldn't really kill us.
Now I am certain that I am the next in line
for execution. I will write my final statements
about my parents.
THEY ARE STUPID, FILTHY REDNECKS, WITH
BLOOD ON THEIR ALREADY FILTHY HANDS!
THEY ARE FOOLISH, BLIND TRAITORS, THAT
HAVE NO CONCEPT OF THE VALUE OF LIFE!
THEY ALSO THINK THAT THROWING A DEAD
DAMSEL IN A BIN SO THEY CAN COVER
HER DEATH!! THEY HAVE DESTROYED THE
LIFE OF A YOUNG, INNOCENT, CHILD, AND
ARE ABOUT TO DESTROY THE LIFE OF ANOTHER!!!
YOU MIGHT NOT HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT POSSESED
TWO PARENTS TO DO THIS, BUT I DO!
SATAN HIMSELF, MIXED WITH LUCIFER
AND HIS CHILDREN!!!!!!!!!!!
Enough with the final statements. Here I am, the
last in the line of death. I am prepared for it,
but i'm not so sure how much I am prepared. I
feel like a prisoner, set up for the electric
chair. I won't be writing for a moment, because
I must think a little.
Later...
Mom drilled into the room. It startled me, because
I had been waiting all day, til I figured, hey,
they ain't kill'in me today. Mother walked in,
dad following strait behind. He carried another
dollhouse. He put it on the left side of the
fireplace. He left and came with another. He
placed it on the opposite side of the fireplace.
He left and came til he had basicly covered the
room in dollhouses. Mother carried in some
firewood. Dad left the room. Mom stayed.
"Bye buddy, we won't be seeing your face around
here anymore. Sorry, but we have to burn you.
Wasn't my original plan, but it will do. You
shouln't of taken so long to die, Robin."
Mother said.
She took the matchbox out of her pocket. She
removed a match. She scratched it against the
wall and held up the match. She looked at me,
then at the fire. She lit that fire and left
the room. Dad quickly covered up the opening
of the wall. Seconds later, the dollhouse
caught fire.
"Nooooooooo!" I screamed. More and more
dollhouses are catching fire every minute.
This is the very last moment. In minutes
i'll be on fire. Bye, bye.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'M ON FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
I'm throwing this notebook...
THE END
____________________
A word from the Author
_______________________________________________
Hi folks. I suppose you wondered how I
came up with this experience. I got it
from my brother, "Gokaia". He started
a family with a man(Johnny Jackson), a lady
(Sarah Jackson), and two kids(Mary and Robin
Jackson). He killed his kids because he didn't
have enough money to handle them. The family
was unhappy because of lack of neccessities.
He locked the kids in a room, as in the story.
He later enclosed them in an even smaller
space. Mary died from starvation and lack
of energy before the final fire. Robin died
of catching fire during the major fire.
_________________________________________________
Gokaia Z made the parents mourn for the loss
of their kids. He moved the bins that contained
their bodies outside and they were transformed
into tombstones. He made a fence around them
and planted flowers in the fence.
___________________________________________________
P.S. The man mourned for his son even though
Joshua didn't tell him to. The mother
cleaned up some of the dollhouse ashes.
The maid soon arrived to help.
Joshua ended up deleting the house and
family.
(Johnny Jackson wept like a baby!)
Murder on Simlane
____________________________
Part two
The final episode
Author gip-k speaking. Since there was
not enough memory to complete the other story,
because it was too long, I am giving you the
shorter, final episode of The Jackson family
Tragedie. Lets shoot.
Robin's Jackson's side of the story
I grabbed her hand, tears streaming down my
face.
"You can't be dead. You can't be dead. You can't
be DEAD!" I reapeted these words, my stomach
twisting like a twist tie.
It was because I was nervous to the extreme. I
suddenly felt my sister's hand become colder.
I felt her forehead, I was really weeping now.
It was even colder.
"Not now, Mary. Not now. Not ever! You can't
just die on me like this! YOU CAN'T!!!!!! YOU,
JUST, CAAAAANNNNNN'T!!!!!!!" I yelled.
I was mad and sad at the same time. Extremely
mad that they killed her. Snap! Just like that.
She's gone. They destroyed her. I finally
felt her heart.
No beat.
I felt it again.
No beat.
I felt it once again.
No beat.
I felt it again, and again, and AGAIN. Not even
a single beat. I cryed so hard that my tears
soaked my sister's pajama shirt. I took my
notebook and drew my best picture of a flower
bonquet. I tore the paper out and put it under her
shirt. I drew two more single flowers and tore
them out of the paper. I hugged her and put the
flowers in her hands. I kissed her forehead then
made a single, leaveless, stemless, flower then
put it on her forehead.
"Goodbye, Mary. I love you. I know i'll see you
again, shortly. I'm sorry I teased you and-"
I said a long goodbye to her.
I dragged her against the wall. I then lied
down my head next to her and cried my little
self to sleep. I fell asleep faster than I
wanted to. No matter. SHE, was what mattered.
I woke up the next morning filled with sorrow.
That morning is today. I wonder if they think
I'm still alive. I know Mary died of neither
smoke inhalation or burn. Because she had
no burns and the fire had barely started.
She starved to death. Losing her last drop
of energy, she died(Rest in peace Mary).
Today I am sitting down, much more lonely
than ever. I just have to wait and see what
the day will bring. I know that my parents
will go to work and come home with yet,
another stupid plan. I am very unhappy.
Talk to you later.
Later...
My parents are home. As usual, they sawed
into the room. How I wish dad would quit
his annoying habit of doing that! He
looked around. He saw me sitting on the
ground by Mary.
"What are you look'in at you jerk! Com'in
by to see if we're alive? Why don't you
leave me be you fool!" I yelled angrilly.
"You'd better watch that mouth of yours
you, rebellious son! I suppose Mary is
asleep. But why is she sleeping in so
late?" my dad asked.
"Use your mind! What? Are you blind? Does
she look asleep! She's dead you fool! It's
all your fault you filthy traitor!" I said
angrilly.
Dad lifted me up by my shirt collar.
"You don't talk to me like that! If she's
dead why didn't you just say so!" dad yelled.
Dad slapped me real hard on the face.
"Ouch!" I yelled, falling to the floor.
"Today, since you're alive, we've gotta get
rid of you. And guess what, because of what
you said, I suppose i'm happy it's your day
to die." dad said, storming out of my room.
He returned with a bin. He grabbed my sister
and somehow, managed to fit her inside.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" I
screamed.
"What in the world have you done! You just
put her legs together and put her arms over
her legs and put her in that bin! You just
basically folded her up, and squished her
up, then threw her in the bin! Have you
nothing to say? No goodbyes? NOTHING!"
I exclaimed.
"I have no comments right now, okay boy?
You just wait and see, I have a bin for
you, aswell. I have every intention of
sticking you in it." he said flatly.
As he left the room, my eyes widened. For
a moment before Mary died, I knew, I just
knew that what I said I didn't mean, and
that our parents wouldn't really kill us.
Now I am certain that I am the next in line
for execution. I will write my final statements
about my parents.
THEY ARE STUPID, FILTHY REDNECKS, WITH
BLOOD ON THEIR ALREADY FILTHY HANDS!
THEY ARE FOOLISH, BLIND TRAITORS, THAT
HAVE NO CONCEPT OF THE VALUE OF LIFE!
THEY ALSO THINK THAT THROWING A DEAD
DAMSEL IN A BIN SO THEY CAN COVER
HER DEATH!! THEY HAVE DESTROYED THE
LIFE OF A YOUNG, INNOCENT, CHILD, AND
ARE ABOUT TO DESTROY THE LIFE OF ANOTHER!!!
YOU MIGHT NOT HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT POSSESED
TWO PARENTS TO DO THIS, BUT I DO!
SATAN HIMSELF, MIXED WITH LUCIFER
AND HIS CHILDREN!!!!!!!!!!!
Enough with the final statements. Here I am, the
last in the line of death. I am prepared for it,
but i'm not so sure how much I am prepared. I
feel like a prisoner, set up for the electric
chair. I won't be writing for a moment, because
I must think a little.
Later...
Mom drilled into the room. It startled me, because
I had been waiting all day, til I figured, hey,
they ain't kill'in me today. Mother walked in,
dad following strait behind. He carried another
dollhouse. He put it on the left side of the
fireplace. He left and came with another. He
placed it on the opposite side of the fireplace.
He left and came til he had basicly covered the
room in dollhouses. Mother carried in some
firewood. Dad left the room. Mom stayed.
"Bye buddy, we won't be seeing your face around
here anymore. Sorry, but we have to burn you.
Wasn't my original plan, but it will do. You
shouln't of taken so long to die, Robin."
Mother said.
She took the matchbox out of her pocket. She
removed a match. She scratched it against the
wall and held up the match. She looked at me,
then at the fire. She lit that fire and left
the room. Dad quickly covered up the opening
of the wall. Seconds later, the dollhouse
caught fire.
"Nooooooooo!" I screamed. More and more
dollhouses are catching fire every minute.
This is the very last moment. In minutes
i'll be on fire. Bye, bye.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'M ON FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
I'm throwing this notebook...
THE END
____________________
A word from the Author
_______________________________________________
Hi folks. I suppose you wondered how I
came up with this experience. I got it
from my brother, "Gokaia". He started
a family with a man(Johnny Jackson), a lady
(Sarah Jackson), and two kids(Mary and Robin
Jackson). He killed his kids because he didn't
have enough money to handle them. The family
was unhappy because of lack of neccessities.
He locked the kids in a room, as in the story.
He later enclosed them in an even smaller
space. Mary died from starvation and lack
of energy before the final fire. Robin died
of catching fire during the major fire.
_________________________________________________
Gokaia Z made the parents mourn for the loss
of their kids. He moved the bins that contained
their bodies outside and they were transformed
into tombstones. He made a fence around them
and planted flowers in the fence.
___________________________________________________
P.S. The man mourned for his son even though
Joshua didn't tell him to. The mother
cleaned up some of the dollhouse ashes.
The maid soon arrived to help.
Joshua ended up deleting the house and
family.
(Johnny Jackson wept like a baby!)