stories I wrote for school

☾ Two Sides of the Moon ☽

"Are you serious? This is so fucking stupid! Why can't I go to Jake's party when Mark can go anywhere, he pleases!" I heard my twin sister Maria yell at my mother when I came downstairs to get my backpack. "Don't you dare talk to your mother that way, you want to go to a party to get drunk and get pregnant!" My mother shouted back. I sighed and walked towards the yelling to tell Maria to stop yelling at mom when I heard a smack ring throughout the room. I arrived and was shocked, I had assumed the slapping sound was my mother slapping my sister, but I was wrong. I turned to my sister, whose hand was still raised, and yelled at her, "What the fuck do you think you're doing smacking mom!" I felt like I couldn't breathe and that I would get skinned alive from the look my sister gave me when she jerked her head toward me with an audible crack. "You are so spoiled just because you are a boy. You get to do anything without even asking!" She took a step forward while I backed away in fear. "You have no idea what it's like to be me because you were born a boy!" she yelled in agony. "I can't do anything I'm stuck in the stupid fucking house 24/7 while you're out having fun with your girlfriend when I can't even hold hands with one of my boyfriends without mom assuming that I'm having sex with them and then her making me break up with them." I saw her pull and yank at her long brown hair and even rip out chunks of it from her scalp. She then grabbed a vase that held roses and threw them near my head. She left the house, slamming the door in anger. My mom and I stood in fearful silence. I looked at my mom, who still had a red mark on her cheek. "You should go to school now, I'll talk to her when she comes back home, and hopefully, she'll be calmer." Her voice tore through the silence. While driving to the high school, I thought about what would make my sister snap like that. I had never seen her even hurt anyone or get upset over something that strongly. When I arrived at school, I met with my girlfriend, Isabella, and told her what had happened. "Parents always let the men of the family do whatever they want, while girls don't have any freedom to do anything, so it makes sense why she got mad." She told me while I walked her to class. I went through the school day thinking about what Maria and Isabella said about how boys and girls are raised differently, and after trying to see from their perspective, it clicked in my head during sixth period. I get to eat anything I want while Maria is stuck eating rabbit food because my mom doesn't want her to go over her daily calorie intake. I go to Isabella's house whenever I want while Maria is stuck in her room doing nothing because she gets her phone taken away for the tiniest mistakes. She doesn't have friends, while I have tons because mom never lets her out of the house. The dismissal bell rang and broke me out of my thoughts, and I looked down at my phone to feel the breath get stuck in my throat. I got a notification, it was the singular word help from my mom. I ran to my car, pushing past people to get there as fast as possible, almost tripping and falling a few times. I drove home, going over the speed limit a few times, but when I got home and opened the door, it was quiet. "Mom, are you okay?" I said, trying to regain the air in my lungs, but all I was met with was silence and the smell of iron. I hesitantly walked into the living room and was met with a gruesome and heinous sight. My mom's body parts were scattered, her stomach disemboweled while muscle and skin were missing and spread throughout the room. The walls were covered in bloody handprints. I tried to back away, breathing heavily, but my foot hit something. I looked down and made eye contact with my mother's singular eye. her head had been broken to the point where you could see her brain and skull. I turned, hunched over, and emptied my stomach all over the wooden floors. When I was done vomiting, I felt an ax on my throat. "I always hated you." I suddenly couldn't breathe. "You knew you had it better than me, yet instead of helping me like a good brother would, you stood on the sidelines and took advantage of all of your privileges." I shook in fear when the ax touched my throat. I knew it was my sister from hearing her voice. I teared up, knowing that I could have prevented my mother's death by standing up for my sister when I knew she was being treated differently just for her sex. she turned me over with a horrifying grin. She turned me onto my back and told me, "if you try to fight against me, I won't hesitate to kill you." I stayed as still as possible, then she moved the ax from my neck to grab something from her pocket. I began sobbing as I saw my mom's missing eyeball dangled in front of me. I tried to get up and run from Maria, but she stomped on my chest with all her body weight. "I'm on a diet because mom doesn't want 'a tub of lard for a daughter' so I can't eat it. But I know that you can eat anything because you eat practically everything in this house. So go on," Maria said with a malicious smile as she grabbed my cheeks while forcing my jaw open. "EAT IT." I tried to move away until she frowned, raised her right leg, and stomped on my crotch. I let out a pain-filled scream until it was muffled by my mom's eyeball being practically shoved down my throat. I turned and spit it out while trying not to vomit and make a run for it, but while I was distracted, my sister raised her ax and quickly brought it down. I felt her bring it down repeatedly while laughing. I couldn't do anything other than scream in anguish. I felt pain all over my body, until I couldn't feel anything.