I remembered the dread of what I had done to my father. He was sitting on a bench near the swimming pool, completely unaware. He was abusive, always hitting us for no reason, especially when he was drunk. Our mom had died in a car accident, but I couldn't bear to part with her, so I stitched her body up and kept both of their corpses in my room. I loved my mom. But my father... how did he die?
That memory came rushing back. I had seen him, sitting there, and I took a 50 kg dumbbell, walking quietly behind the chair. I tied the dumbbell to his long hair and threw it into the ocean, dragging him down to drown.
After recalling that, I collapsed to my knees, tears streaming down my face. I knew I had done the right thing... but was it worth it?
My brothers finally came to comfort me. I got to know more about their past.
Ren, 16 years old, and Yami, 18, told me they would be my legal guardians now that no one else was left.
