The sun was high in the sky, gleaming down on us. The air was breezy, but not cold. The day was ordinary, or so it seemed. But what was out of place? That would be my brother, the only person who could possibly get himself into such a situation, with his impossible ability to almost die, but just miss the mark. As he sat there on the ground with his back to us, legs sprawled out in front of him, we didn’t even realize that there was anything wrong. Hold on a second. Let’s rewind this just a little.
It all began like any other day, the children were laughing, the farmers farming and the Watchmen guarding. Things were peaceful in the town of Spriggania although they were different. In order for the town to have peace they had to agree to give up all of their sanity or all of their memory. Upon choice they
The clock read 5:13 pm, it was nearly time to leave. I removed the cover off of my Margarita Magic™ nail polish and coated my last bare nail with the scarlet red varnish. Moving out of the bathroom, I slipped into my freshly dry-cleaned dress which had an elegant swooped neck paired with a flared skirt. My short stature was increased by a classic pair of red soled four-inch Christian Louboutin heels, nearly pointy enough to be an assailant’s weapon. I took one last look in the mirror, checking every detail. Satisfied, I smeared the deep oxblood stain onto my lips. I glanced down looking at my shaky hands, it would be the last time they would be so stark.
“Sir, I’m not going to ask you again,” he stared at a guy with pale skin and blood all over his hands. “Why did you kill your family?” The man looked up at the policeman and opened his mouth while softly mumbling, “monster, it was a monster.”