CreepyPasta

"I Love You Very Much But..."

In my family I am one of seven. Raising up my parents weren't very smart, raising all of us on an assistant substitute teacher budget but they loved us very much. I know because they said so a lot, so much it might of well been punctuation to their sentences. On birthdays they would round us up and tell us how we joined the family. " when you were born you were covered in your moms blood you were..." they all ways said it like that. The older ones rolling their eye for they had heard it millions of times, and many distrusting looks from the younger ones.
We didn't have much, every price of our clothing was a hand-me-downs from the older ones, the clothes were worn by me siblings until the clothes turned to shreds, and those were turned into rags...nothing was wasted.
We moved around a lot , it was because Mum and Dad kept on having babies, and angry landlords looking for missed rents.
My brothers and sisters were always there for me when the neighbour's kids were pick fights. They were mean, in only the way kids were. Me and my sister would always talk on the phone even when she left for college.
Everywhere we went kids would call us bastards and that we were Mums results of her affairs, it was because non of us looked the same. But my Mum and Dad were crazy in love and would never think of cheating on each other.
I was a pre-teen when Mum said we were having a new baby. when she and Dad came back from the hospital in her arms was a baby boy, when I laid eyes on the new born I knew that something was wrong. The baby that I saw in my mothers hand looked to be two or three months old. I didn't say anything because I was ignorant. But two years later during graduation I revived a phone call from my sister, who became a doctor, she told me that Mum had cancer. I dropped everything immediately, I mean wouldn't you?
For the next few months my sister was Mum's new nurse until she died. The funeral was why next day and after Dad took the medication and soon joined MUm after writing a letter.
My brother read it and threw it into the fireplace, he said that we didn't need to know why it happened, the only thing we needed to know was how much they both loved us.
Now me and my sister now took after the young ones. My sister still looks at Mums medical records, and she is still baffled by what she sees.
When I was drunk I found Mums records and apparently she had cancer two years before the oldest was born.
And I remember the story that they would always tell us on our birthday.
On Mums records said that she could never have children, and the chain of murders, I realised that when they said that we came into the family covered in our mothers blood, the blood wasn't from the women that raised us, it was from the women that gave birth to us.