Hello again to whoever might read this little story of mine.
First of I hope you are happy with it so far and I wish you could leave me a review.
Another thing is that I will probably start each new chapter with lyrics of a song.
And here is the first real chapter like I promised earlier today. Now the next chapters should get longer and longer.
The second chapter should be updated in the evening or early tomorrow.
Have fun.
Love ya
"The pouring rain stops me from seeing anything before me,
the raging wind stops me from taking even a single step.
As if I were standing on the edge of a cliff, I tremble in fear.
And as I hold my two small hands together, this is my only prayer …"
IU – Lost Child/MIA
Chapter 1 – When you got killed by your fifteen years old sibling
A happy and loving family. As if…
I wish I could start like this but this story takes place in a family that isn't as warm as it should be.
Not in all families love is what matters the most.
Not everybody gets along in a family. And it is not as rare as one might think that dislike between family members turns into a deep hatred. Every once in a while the police reports about a man killing his wife or a wife killing her husband. Even grown up children have killed their parents because of stupid reasons.
Jealousy between siblings sometimes was enough, as cruel as it sounds it is true.
Jealousy between siblings might happen in every family although love normally wins and everything is going to be okay after a while.
Sadly this is not always so.
It is rarer that somebody kills just because she or he can than someone killing out of anger, jealousy or even love. Some of those killings have been planned and some of them are decisions made in a split second.
Murder is horrible. It doesn't matter if it was planned or not.
Different people have different opinions. Some may love the darkness of the night and listening to the piercing hoots of an owl and other may fear this dark unknown. Both sides are right. The night can be very dangerous but also very beautiful. It has always been known to humans that more often than not beautiful things are the most dangerous. First they enhance you and then they brutally hurt you in that little moment when you let your guard down completely.
It is hard to say this but the night is often the time for crimes which are just waiting to happen. The chance to be seen is much smaller and murders and rapist often choose the darkness for their horrible plan.
The world we live in is very dangerous. Enough cases have demonstrated that if we can we should always be more careful if it's dark outside. One can never be too careful.
The sad truth is that to be killed while sleeping is something we can't prevent on our own if we are the victim especially if one has previously been forced in a deep sleep with sleeping pills without noticing it.
That is what happened this one night.
She was angry, annoyed, and tired. Elisabeth's day had not been a good one.
After coming to her family home to visit her parents after a long time of three years the day got worse and worse. Maybe she should have never come back after experience a not so happy childhood. In truth her childhood had been over the day her sister had been born. While the first eighteen years of her life hadn't been horrible they were not pleasant but bearable.
Food was never short, she earned her own pocket money and she could normally go to school and make friends. Nobody bullied her, in fact Elisabeth lived a pretty normal life if it wasn't for the things happening in the house where she lived with her parents and a younger sister. There the young woman never felt truly accepted as a child and soon grew independent which had not necessary been a very bad thing because she left home at the age young age of eighteen.
In a room not far from Elisabeth's sleeping place which was just a couch in the living room, a browns haired fifteen year old was smiling but it wasn't a smile that spoke of happiness, no. The smile on Kimberly's face would have shocked everyone who had seen it. This smile was purely evil. Kimberly knew today was the last day, after this night she would never have to see the person she hated the most in the world again. This person was her own older sister. A sister she hated with all of her heart.
There was no love between those two.
The feelings the teenager had for this member of the family were pure hatred. Very early in her life this young girl had begun to blame everything what was happening on Elisabeth. Everything was her sister's fault. Never once she even thought that what she was thinking may be wrong as nobody ever told her that she did something unacceptable. Well aside from her teachers after they had the nerve to give her a bad grade.
How could they? Who gave them the right to it?
That Elisabeth was highly allergic to nuts wasn't a secret in the family. But her parents had been too busy smothering the younger daughter to really care if there were any traces of nuts in any foods or drinks because they believed a ten year old was old enough to always take care of remembering her allergy. Back then the blond child learned to make her own food with the ingredients she bought on her own in the little shop next to their house.
Finding out how fast someone could die because of an allergic reaction was easy to find out on the internet for Kimberly. There were enough cased where someone died because he or she was careless. She would simply put a drink next to her hated sisters bed which contained traces of nuts. Then nobody would ever think that the young woman might have been killed. At least this was what the teenager believed. Each death would be inspected closely by the police and forensic team and the truth would come to light as soon someone finds out that in this dead female body this drink can't be found.
The pillow on which the twenty-one year olds face was laying held a high dose of nuts after Kimberly sprayed water on it which contained traces of them. Traces which were enough to kill her sister.
It really wasn't hard to kill her sister.
Crushed sleeping pills were put into a glass of water as nobody was looking and the pillow was prepared while the victim was falling asleep. And after exchanging the pillow under her sister's face, it was only a matter of time until she would be dead.
While Kimberly slipped into her fluffy bead with a satisfied smile on her face and was slipping into a dream world without her annoying sister, the object of her hatred slowly began inhaling the deadly traces of nuts.
Somehow I knew I was dying. While I don't know how to describe it I was sure that these slow breaths I was taking now would be my last. Well, I at least thought so.
DARKNESS
Darkness wrapped around me, not letting me go and holding me captive with the tentacles of the night. No matter how hard I struggled against the darkness, it didn't matter. I was trapped with no way out.
Although I knew that the world I´m living in can be cruel and people often were taken away before their time was there, I never imagined that I too would find such a cruel end.
As I always have been a very careful person, the chance of me dying because of an accident was pretty slim. A murder never came to my mind. One the one hand I didn't really have enemy's if you don't count a few of the other high school girls who just seemed not to like me (I'm sure everybody has experience which such people) on the other hand my own sister was the closed to an enemy I had. I never had a close relationship with Kimberly which might have been my parents fault but who am I to judge. At least I am sure that something must have went wrong in her upbringing. No one was born as such a spiteful and lying person. Babies were innocent and they couldn't be judged because of things his or her parents were doing.
To criticize my parents is not my goal, but both of them are not completely innocent in this case, because their behaviour has helped to make my little sister into what she is today. Maybe she could have been much different if mother and father didn't treat her like a princess who never could do anything wrong. Who knows if Kimberly and I might have a better relationship had it been different.
Growing up I have read many different books where the first-person narrator describes what it feels like to die. Since you could not ask people after their death, such statements could never be proved. But you can hear repeatedly of people who tell their own stories from a near death experience.
"A near-death experience (NDE) is a personal experience associated with impending death, encompassing multiple possible sensations Including detachment from the body, feelings of levitation, total serenity, security, warmth, the experience of absolute dissolution, and the presence of a light " Wikipedia
After being killed by my own sisters hands because she decided to act on her hate to me I experienced just darkness. I didn't feel like I was walking to a light or that my soul was flying around somewhere. It was just dark.
I couldn't move.
Was I lying?
Was I sitting?
Was I standing?
I don't know.
All I know and all I feel is the darkness surrounding me.
It seems I am really dying.
Maybe I should say goodbye but I have no one I would say goodbye to with tears streaming down my cheeks. I don't even have someone I would really miss so much that I wouldn't be able to live on. My parents, as sad as it sounds don't mean so much to me, they probably think the same of me. I would rather suspect that they would be just standing in front of my grave with fake moist eyes as not to look bad in front of others.
They couldn't appear heartless, couldn't they?
With a great chance Kimberly will probably say that I have killed myself.
As if I would ever do that.
I don't even have a reason to even think of suicide.
But it seems as if I am dying now.
Goodbye
I missed so many great chances…
But it is always like this.
Only when you are near your end you see how many things you could have done better.
Was I even a good person?
I know that I showed my little sister as extremely evil but I know that I may not have been the nicest person around. I wasn't one to make friends and I didn't walk up to new people so I could chat with them.
I was proud of myself but I never thought of helping those who were less fortunate than me.
Maybe if I had been a little different I would have people I would like to say goodbye to. People I would surely miss should anything ever happen to them that would lead to their death.
In those twenty-one years I have been living now only one young man was ever really interesting to me. We dated for four months until he broke off. I wasn't the right one for him. He wanted a family later. H dreamed of a great marriage with at least three kids and a stay at home mom who would be completely devoted to her husband and children.
I don't think I will ever be such a person. Of course a happy family sounds nice to me but I who grew up with parents who are so cold to me and a sister that hates me would probably never be able to live such an uncomplicated life.
Goodbye to nobody.
This is my sad and lonely DEATH
FINISHED with first real chapter. I hope you liked it
