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| Brother And Sister; I hardly ever post, but.... | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 22 2005, 06:53 PM (238 Views) | |
| TheDeadSyringe | Jul 22 2005, 06:53 PM Post #1 |
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The woman stood infront of the window, all the light in the room gathering upon her. Tears sparkled out of her eyes and down her cheek as she moped her way around the vacational hotel. A man stood in the kitchen looking at her, wondering just what the hell was going on. This lady was screaming, yelling, acting so chaotic over something. A mysterious something. A something this man did not know. The woman, a fine sister, was acting so strange as her brother, the man in the kitchen, was trying to figure it all out. "What is WRONG with you?! What are you doing? What happened? Speak to me, " the man tried with hope. "NOmmmnnughhGODInnHmmmmMYmLImnmmFmn..." The brother was really worried about Sister. Nothing like this had ever happened before. He was about to be in tears. Sister was acting crazy, like she was about to end her life... "MAYBE I SHOULD JUST KILL MYSELF, " Sister yelled at the top of her lungs. A couple of people must of heard it, but it was doubtful anyone outside of the room could make out the noise. It could of been a baby screaming, or a child complaining. No one could really hear it. Sister walked over to a cabinet drawer and pulled out a piece of metal. An odd, twisted sort of metal. Three thick metal cords attatched to eachother by numerous flat, rectangular pieces of steel. Bending and shaping the metal, Sister formed a teepee-ish item, put the tip right between her eyes. "SHOULD I?" "No, please, what are you doing? Please don't! No! Pleeease! Please, I love you, your whole family does. Please, you have tons of mates to comfort you, and be there for you. Please, can we just talk about this, " Brother pleaded. She didn't listen. Sister drew the object from her face about an inch, and then jammed it item right inbetween her eyes, piercing around four inches deep. But she wasn't dead. She didn't even fall to the ground. She just stood there, stumbled back a bit, looked up at Brother, and blinked. Soon she pulled an old revolver from a pocket on her nurse uniform. The one that she recieved when she was hired at Red Brick Mental Hospital. Her job interview was earlier today. They gave her all her supplies as soon as she was hired, right on the spot. Why did she have a GUN? "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WHAT... WHO... ARE YOU...., " Brother was officially scared, ready to run out the door at any moment. Sister pointed the gun insider her mouth, placing her finger on the trigger. A sudden silence. The kind you only see in movies, the kind no one thought ever to really exist. But it did. It most certainly did. This was the moment everything slowed for Brother. The moment where nothing mattered, the moment that would tear his life apart piece by piece. Sister pulled the trigger... The gun clicked, nothing shot. The barrel drew form her mouth and she laughed a maniacal laugh. The deep black stare of the gun was now facing Brother's forehead, and the trigger was pulled once more on the six shooter, but them time, a bullet shot. And then everything went black. Three days later, Rebecca Parrey was found dead, laying on the ground, in that very hotel room, gun in hand, metal object stabbed inbetween a set of gouged out eyes, said to be done by a male. By the thumbs of a male. Micheal Parrey was never seen again. |
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| Vicereine of the Artic | Jul 23 2005, 07:51 PM Post #2 |
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That was a nice story. Very nice indeed. Did you made that up or is it a true story? Either way it's a nice story |
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| TheDeadSyringe | Jul 23 2005, 09:02 PM Post #3 |
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it is teh fake |
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