『 KITCHEN 』WARNING
THERE WILL BE A( horribly explained) GORY PART LATER INTO THIS STORY. IF YOU'RE LIKE ME AND GETS DISGUSTED BY GORE(INCLUDING IMAGINING IT) AND/OR IS UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SUCH THINGS, PLEASE DO NOT READ. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED :)
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Mother's food Is the best!
My siblings and I enjoy it a lot.
After eating, My siblings and I would play outside. However, my oldest sister would always stay inside to help mother cook food. Weirdly enough, she hated being outside, almost as if she was hiding from something?
I wonder why?...
One day, Sister and Mother went to the nearby forest to pick some berries. Sister didn't look so happy, but i thought that sister was going to cheer up when picking berries like i would when picking berries nearby the house.
When mother came back, Sister was gone. Whatever Mother was carrying, it sure looked like it was... bleeding?
" Mother, where's Sister? And why is that basket bleeding? "
Mother only smiled and simply explained that it was the raspberries that accidentally got squashed in the basket and squirted onto her apron.
As for sister...
Mother said nothing, ignoring my first question completely, and walked up to the house and with a basket full of dripping raspberries, or so i thought, she entered the house.
That evening, we ate a delicious meat pie.
" Yum! That was delicious! " I exclaimed as my other siblings hummed in agreement.
Mother only smiled.
" If only Sister was here to taste it! She must be working hard, trying to pick all the delicious berries for us. " I said again.
Mother said nothing. Although her smile got bigger.
Something wasn't right. Something about sister not coming home.I know Sister, she hates going or staying outside, especially in the forest. Something about Mother was weird to. Something about her smile was eerie. The way she keeps quiet whenever I talk about Sister. The way she smiles in silence whenever we eat. I feel that the way she acts is weird. I feel like she isn't telling me the truth.
At night, when everyone went to sleep, i decided to look for sister in the forest.
But I'd have to be careful, Mother hates it when we snuck out. The last time someone snuck out, It was sister, and i heard her muffled screams as she got dragged to the basement which was just beside my door.I opened my window and swiftly, but quietly, snuck out. Unlike sister, i was smaller and lighter and i managed to sneak out. Once i was out, i sprinted towards the forest.
When I reached, i quickly looked for sister.
" Sister!! " I shouted.
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