Thought You Knew (based on A Gorey Demise)

"A is for Amber who drowned in a pool..."

[[All credit to Lucifer's Assbutt for the original concept/idea. Thank you once again for allowing me to finish this.]]

[[*EHERM*. Does contain strong language, beginning at the chapter "E is for Erik who was buried alive..." Ye has been warnethed.]]

        It all started on an average summer day. School was out, and I found myself constantly bored and restless. My parents had gone out for the night, leaving me to watch over my little sister, Amber. I always had this strong, unexplainable disliking for her. I despised everything about her since the very day she was born. I couldn't bare to lay my eyes upon her overly joyful, bright and colorful face. Her and her light brown hair, always done up with a soft, dark blue elastic. Everyone always marveled at how beautiful she was. So there I was, stuck with her alone for the rest of the day.

        I decided to pass the time by building a tower of cards. I was about to finish placing the one remaining card when Amber came in to ruin it all.

        "Curtis!" Her high-pitched squeak of a voice startled me and I lost my concentration. I dropped the playing card in my hand and the entire tower toppled over as a result. I slammed my head against the table and groaned in frustration.

        "Amber! Look what you made me do!" I yelled at the small girl. She was staring up at me with those dark, mischievous eyes. I wouldn't say she was a brat, but she was most certainly a pain. She seemed unfazed by my raised voice.

        "Curtis, can we go outside to the backyard? I wanna see the pool!" She excitedly pointed towards the back door with her finger. I narrowed my eyes and frowned. Without answering, I proceeded to pick the cards up off of the carpet. Amber understood my silent protest and started begging in that unbearably shrill voice.

        "Pretty pleeease, Curtis?!" She grasped my arm and shook it. I jerked my arm out of her grip and faced her again. I let out a long sigh and approached the back door.

        "Fine, come on," I beckoned her to follow. She let out a delighted squeal and happily skipped after me. Her enthusiasm only angered me more. We stepped out into the heat of the bright, yellow afternoon sun. It was a beautiful day, despite the terribly high temperature. There was not a cloud in the deep blue sky. The sound of our neighbors chatting on about politics and adult life was audible from just beyond the wooden fence separating the two houses. I could hear their dog, Ghoul, barking at something passing by. It was probably an innocent little squirrel or bird. It would be unfortunate for such an endearing creature to be made a victim to Ghoul's gleaming, razor sharp fangs. I picked up the smell of a barbeque from down the street.

        As I studied my surroundings, Amber wandered off towards the pool. I sat back in a lawn chair with one leg crossed over the other. I watched Amber as she ran her hands through the water.

        "My reflection looks so funny!" she giggled as she played with the water. "Come see, Curtis!"

        I rolled my eyes and rose from the chair. Why did little sisters have to be so annoying? Why did they always have to pester their older siblings? Why couldn't they just be quiet for ten minutes!? As the hate filled thoughts flooded my mind, a deep sense of rage began to build up, hotter than the summer sun above me. My pace slowed as I neared her until I was steadily creeping closer and closer. I wasn't sure what I was doing, but I didn't bother trying to stop myself. I uncontrollably extended my arms out in front of me. Then I did it. With one swift motion, I pushed forward, my hands making contact with the back of Amber's shoulders. She let out the beginnings of a startled scream before it was abruptly cut off by a splash.

        I stood there and watched her as she thrashed about at the bottom of the pool. It was evident that she was trying to scream, but the water acted as a gag against her desperate cries. I smirked as she looked up at me, even though she probably couldn't see it. I enjoyed the sight of her fearful eyes. I got satisfaction from how helplessly she struggled underneath the blanket of clear liquid. I basked in every glorified moment until her small body went limp. 

        As I reentered the house, I couldn't help but laugh just a little bit. Isn't it funny how violence always seems to be the answer? I returned to my task of recollecting the playing cards as if I were oblivious to the events prior. I even called my parents a half hour later, telling them that I couldn't find Amber anywhere, just for good measure. But something seemed... off. It was a feeling in my gut, but I couldn't quite make out what it was. So, I discarded it. It wasn't until five days later that the sensation returned....