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"Practice is over."
After what felt like a millennial. I don't know how much longer I can take the abuse anymore. There's one more day left till the recital and I'm still not good enough to play my part correctly.
Maybe if I'd just disappeared she wouldn't have to play with anyone. She'll play her recital without anyone to make a mistake to screw it all up but at the same time she'll be lonely. That's terrible.
Though, the thought of me disappearing is tempting.
I walk up the stairs and for some reason go into my parents room. That aren't here so it's okay.
As I enter the room my eyes fixate on a specific drawer next to the bed. I walk towards it and open the drawer.
There it was. Dad's gun. Fully loaded. I take the gun and run straight to my room.
I hid the gun underneath my bed. I have a feeling that I need it for later but I'm not sure why.
"There you are! What are you doing over there?"
Shrug and walk away.
* * *
"TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY SUNNY! IT NEEDS TO BE PERFECT! WHAT PART OF PERFECT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND!?"
I
can't
take
this
ANYMORE
I run out of the music room and up the stairs with my violin. Mari's screaming can be heard but that's okay. I teach the top of the stairs and raise the violin up high.
One.
Two.
Three.
Down goes the violin. Three thing broke in half and the strings are loose. Now I ain't have to play in the recital anymore.
"SUNNY, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!?"
Crap.
"DID YOU JUST BREAK THE DAMN VIOLIN!? DID YOU KNOW HOW MUCH EFFORT WE PUT INTO BUYING THAT FOR YOU!?"
Her screams are deafening.
"DO WE MEAN NOTHING TO YOU, YOU SELFISH BRAT!? HOW ARE WE GOING TO PLAY IN THE RECITAL NOW!?"
I need to get away. I want to get away.
"WHERE ARE YOU GOING!? WE'RE NOT DONE HERE YET!"
Shut up.
Shut up.
Shut up.
SHUT UP.
*Thud*
*Thud*
*Thud*
*Crack*
*Snap*
*Crack*
*Thud*
Did I.... Really just did that?
I did...
Mari.. She's... Oh God. What have I done?
What have I done!?
What have I done!?
Mari is dead and I killed her. A pool of blood surrounded her body.
I killed my own sister.
And for what!? Just so I couldn't play in a stupid recital!? What...
WHAT KIND OF SELFISH BULLSHIT IS THAT!?
I'm a monster. A murderer. A selfish murderer.
I run up to my room and search the underneath of my bed.
There it was. Dad's gun. Fully loaded. I hold the gun and aim it towards my head.
I don't hear the yelling telling me to stop.
It doesn't matter. They'll all find out soon enough and they'll hate me as much as I feel towards myself. They won't miss me. They'll miss Mari.
And why would they? Feeling sorrow for a murderer? That's insane.
At least my death will be quick and painless unlike Mari's. I'm so sorry Mari.
I pull the trigger.