Crunch. Rip. Tear.

"I love you, Hao. I'm so very sorry."

Tuan closed his eyes, shutting off the vision of the bloody world from his brown eyes. Instead of seeing the pitch black abyss that one sees, he saw himself that morning. Him and Hao.

Her hair was slightly damp from her early shower and she smelled of her Suave shampoo.

"Tropical coconut," Tuan recalled outloud. Mrs. Thomas or Hao paid no mind to his trip down memory lane as they ripped off his flesh, layer by layer. Perhaps more then that.

"Good morning, Tuan," Hao greeted warmly and sat down across from him at the breakfast table. The sun's early rays were hitting her face at just the angle to make her dark brown eyes look like the light caramel color of hard candy. A bowl of Special K breakfast cereal was infront of her and she took a bite of it like she did every morning.

"Shove off, Hao," Tuan replied coldly and looked down at his cereal. Boy, how he hated this stuff. But Hao liked it. Hao loved it. Who cared what Tuan liked, right? It had been that way ever since the worn but happy doctor declared that the baby was a girl. Then, his parents loved her more then him. She had the bigger room, the better clothes, and better grades which made her get more attention.

"I'm sorry. I'll be quiet," Hao mumbled and bit her bottom lip sadly. She could never really hide her feelings well.

"Hao. Shut up," Tuan looked up at her again and pushed the cereal away from him. The milk sloshed around with such force that a drip or two escaped from the bowl and onto the table.

"I'll clean that up for you," Hao offered and stood up, immediately walking to the paper towels. Tuan looked at his sister in such distaste before crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes.

"Whatever," Tuan said. He could hear the slight ripping sound as she tore off a sheet of paper towels and her little feet tap on the tile of the kitchen. Carefully, so she couldn't tell, he peeped an eye open and watched her. She wasn't even looking back. She was just paying attention to the milk that had gotten away. Quickly, she wiped it up and wadded the paper towel up.

"There. I picked it up for you. Are you looking forward to another day at school?" she asked as she walked over to the trash can, tapped the lever on the bottom to open the top, and dropped the used towel into its trashy tomb.

"Why the hell would I look forward to going to school? Thats such a gay question," Tuan answered rudely and let out a throaty chuckle..

"You mean stupid, right?"

"Huh?"

"Well. Gay. It really means happy. And you shouldn't use it that much because I read an article in my magazine that said it makes homosexuals feel more afraid to come out and be who they really are. So you mean stupid, right?" Hao questioned and walked to the table, sitting down in the chair she had claimed as her own earlier. Gosh. Why did she had to care about all that crap? It was just a stupid question.

"No. I mean gay. And why the hell do you care?" Tuan answered with a question right back to her.

"Well, I just like correcting people. If more people stop using it, maybe people won't have to be afraid or ashamed with who they are. Then people can live in peace and happiness," Hao said hopefully, a small little curve hitting the sides of her lips into a smile.

"Sorry to bust your bubble, but as long as people are around, there will never be peace and happiness. And if you weren't such a whore, you'd know that," Tuan nipped at her verbally and uncrossed his arms, getting up from the table and walking to the door.

"One has to be positive, brother. I want to make a difference. Tell mom I will be out in a minute," Hao finished with a smile.

Tuan's eyes opened up and he gazed upon his little sister. Her mouth and down her neck was thick with his blood and occasionally those beautiful brown eyes would show themselves.

His little sister.

There was a pain in his back and then a feeling of flooding warmth ran down his bottom and legs. But he had hardly noticed. Instead, his eyes closed slowly and the feeling of being unstable took over him as he feel to the concrete. Black surrounded him.

"I love you, Hao."

Then, he felt no more. No longer did he feel the tugging of Mrs. Thomas ripping open his stomach. No longer did he feel the initial agonizing pain that was Hao biting into his warm intestines. No longer did he feel his body be robbed of the crimson liquid that kept him alive. And no longer did he wallow in self pity at his venomous words.