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pitter-patter

"oh it's raining again"

he weakly spoke out in a hushed tone. I sat beside his bed blankly staring out the window.  The soft pitter-patter of rain was loud in the silent room. His quiet breathing was dying down slowly. He squeezed my hand to grab my attention, I threw him an empty glance, too deep in my mind.

"they're coming" his voice dying down at the end. The soft movement of his chest was slowly coming to an end until it was too quiet. Only one heartbeat. I looked at him and stood up taking my hands away from him. 

"you'll be missed my dearest brother" his cold features reminded me soo much of mine and how I'd looked dead. he is my twin after all. I pull the knife from beside his bed with my gloved hand. I smile looking at him one last time before leaving his room. I walked towards the railing beside the stair. there were 4 pairs of footsteps on the porch. I could hear their happy chatter from the second floor even tho it was hard to make the words out. I leaned on the railing looking at the door, the chandelier made it harder to see up from downstairs. I cup my face in my hands with a soft smile, looking at the happy family coming home from their time out as a family. 

Oh! such a happy family will never be separated. Ever. And I'm going to make sure of it. 

As they step in, I close my eyes waiting for my melody to start playing.

(use yandere voice people)
A gruesome scream from my sister. Oh!~ the pleasure of hearing it~ I have been waiting all day~

the thuds of all the feet rushing for help shaking the house. Do they know what is waiting for them? no!~ I let out a small giggle and look at the knife throwing it downstairs. I took my glove off and discarded it in the fireplace behind me. the lower floor started getting blurry with ash smoke. oops! someone started the fire faster than I have expected. I took two steps back spinning on my heels to my room and locking the door. the screaming kept on going until I could hear it stop. 

let's play the waiting game. 

I sat in my bed waiting for "rescue", I could already smell the wooden floors burning. I love the smell of burning wood.

the rain was too light to put the fire out. it was nothing in front of my rage and urge for revenge. the smoke was seeping into my room slowly but surely from under the door. I have had enough. soon my whole room clouded with smoke. I waited a little bit more. until it was too much.

I fell into a coughing fit. so I started with what was planned. I rushed to the window and opened it to let the smoke out. I see a crowd of people and firefighters. burning seems nice. 

"THERE'S SOMEONE INSIDE HERE PLEASE HELP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs and continued coughing. 

"MY BROTHER WAS MURDERED!" I felt warm water running down my cheeks from my burning red eyes. the smoke and coughing were a nice combo. 

they were screaming something from below that I couldn't hear. the firefighters shifted their ladder in my direction. one of them came up to me and told me to step out carefully

tch, damsel in distress works. wow.

I nodded and stepped out, purposefully slipping to grab the attention all to myself. more firefighters came down to try and catch me, I was wearing a dress so it was hard to get up without stepping on it.  I was a crying mess by the time I got down, weeping hard and hyperventilating. by the time I got down and far enough, the house finally blew up, a lot of bystanders covering me so that I won't look at it. I still kept my act and turned around dramatically and cried hectically.

The blast was a show, my family was dead even before it all happened. The people sat me down and calmed me while the nurses and doctors from the ambulance checked my health status. I sat there Quietly looking at the gravel below me, looking as devastated as possible. I could hear murmurs around me, they all sounded pitiful. I could hear footsteps approaching me, I look up to see 4 officers in front of me.

"They didn't make it did they?" my voice sounded almost next to a whisper. 

They shook their head, "the fire tore down the whole house."

silence.

"There was someone in the house," I spoke firmly, putting as much anger and frustration into it.

they frowned at me, "what do u mean?" I look up matching the same frown. 

"I was in my room doing some homework, I heard my brother's room door open opposite to mine, I assumed he went to the toilet or something because I heard it open and close the second time, I called out to him but he didn't reply, assuming he locked his door so I went back to what I was doing." I took a shaky breath, "after a while I could hear shuffling and rummaging downstairs, I thought my parents and siblings came back home, so I ignored it, but there was no sound, they would make the house upside down to show their presence. I decided to check it so I walked out of my room and checked on my brother, I was not expecting what I saw. there was a knife plunged into him. I recognize the knife from our living room decor, it was more of a dagger than a knife. I almost screamed but my subconscious mind alerted me there was someone in the house other than me" my words were shaky and breathy as I was crying, "I stumbled and mistakenly hit a chair making it fall, I look down from the railing and I.." I took a deep breath "there was a guy in a gas mask, he was looking at me directly. we held sight for quite a few seconds before I dashed off to my room locking it and hiding in the closet. I couldn't hear him come upstairs." I was in full-on tears, tho it didn't hurt me at all. A female officer came and hugged me letting me calm down and collect myself. 

I continued speaking, "I couldn't call anyone for help because the phone at home was the one on the landline, me nor my brother were given phones. I woke up to the smell of burning wood so I Burst out. I could hear my family screaming for help. I... I couldn't do anything" with that I broke down again.

It was all calm, the fire was completely put out, and the rain stopped a few hours ago. I fell asleep from exhaustion, I have been preparing for days for this, so of course I was tired.

It has been 3 years since that happened. I live in the city. I have a huge apartment and a work-from-home job. Life is nice, especially now that they are gone. I finished writing another novel way before my deadline. 

listen now dear, this is a secret between you and me ok?

I know where you live. 

love u < 3

A/N:

I know u hate ANs, I do too. but that s not the point, I did not proofread this, I'll start my second story. idk why my brain works like that. and no I have not proof read this cz I'm bored asf

so sayonara bitches