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Day 5

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☆Day 5☆

The Last Day;

I was sleeping in our spare bedroom, it was around 4AM when I heard shuffling in the house. Shoto hadn't come back since the previous Day.
So naturally, I thought it was a burglary.

I remembered the gun we had underneath some clothes in a drawer. I tiptoed quickly over to the drawer and searched for the gun. When I didn't feel the cold metal anywhere on my fingertips, I panicked. I don't know, maybe the burglar came into the room and somehow found it.

I looked around briefly; the bedroom was how it always was. Shoto must've took it.
He did.

I brought my fists up into a fighting stance, quietly walking to where the noise was.

The sound of dull, deep depressing laughter filled my ears as I saw my mother roped to a chair with the gun pressed to her head.

Shoto was holding the gun.

"Katsuki.." He smiled sadly at me, a weary smile forced onto his face as tears fell down like a waterfall. A small lamp was on in the corner of the livingroom, casting shadows on his face making him more sinister and.. sadder. I cried at the sight of my unconscious mother.

"Shoto! What the fuck are you doing? Where have you been?" I cried, forcing myself to stop shaking. I can't appear weak.

. . . . . .

Silence lingered over the air, until he finally spoke up.

"Your family." He whispered.
"You always had such a loving family...  but I didn't. I envied you."

His eyes slowly looked in my direction, a hateful look of spite on his face as he continued.

"You all are so close, but my family? You just wouldn't get it, would you?"
He murmured, now eyeing the gun pointing towards my mother's head.

"You have no idea how it feels to be a child, the age of 5 and knowing your family is falling apart. It's.. broken. It never got better."

"And I despise how you got such a happy life."

As soon as the last word was uttered, a gunshot rang throughout the room. My mother's blood splattered over the left wall. I was left speechless.
My mother, the woman who raised me, was shot in front of my eyes.

"You'll meet the same demise." He seethed.

I yelped and staggered quickly to the kitchen. He must've not expected me to run since I managed to get a knife before he ran in.
I pointed it at him threateningly, but we both knew I didn't want to do it.

"Don't humor me.. you won't do it." He laughed sadly with tears still running down his face.

I didn't know what to do, so I looked at the knife in my hand and clenched it before I ran at him.

The rest is history.

I just remember standing above his bleeding body, the sound of him choking on his own blood and the blood dripping from my mother's head.

And here I am, locked up in prison for killing him after he murdered my whole family.

End.

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