Live like a Shadow

Prologue

"You monster!Get out of my house right now!," my mother screamed at me while my father just looked at me in disappointment. "Mom, I'm sorry. It's just the way I am. I can't change who I am," I said with tears streaming down my face. "Get out! No son of mine will be an abomination," she stated. I was suddenly consumed with a searing hot pain that quickly spread in my body like wildfire. It was a different kind of pain. It wasn't physical pain. It was emotional pain. 'No person should ever feel this way' I thought to myself as my sorrow turned to rage. "Just accept it, bitch! Your eldest son is fucking different," I spat in her face. "No. You are not my son," she said.

That was the last straw. All the rage in my body was suddenly released. It was as if my body moved on it's own. I grabbed the nearest knife I could find and stabbed her to death. My father tried to stop me but he failed as I directed my rage towards him. I laughed maniacally as he screamed and groaned in pain.

His screams were slowly getting quiet as he bled to death. I sat down in between their bodies and allowed their blood to seep into my jeans. I smiled evilly and sighed to myself.

"You can come out now,Cole," I said quietly. I knew my brother was hiding behind the couch because that was where he was before me and my parents had an argument.

"Are they dead?," he asked while looking at their unmoving bodies. "Yes, bro. They're dead," I told him with a grin. "Good," he said in a grin matching mine.

It was hard to think that he was only 9 years old. We basically had the same personality. "Do you know how many years I wanted to do that?," I asked him. "Ever since you were born. I know. You tell me every fucking day. Shut up already," he said with a playful smile.

"We better get out of here before the police arrive," I said in fake seriousness. " Why don't we just act like innocent children and tell them that a murderer came here and killed them while we were sleeping?," he suggested. "Hmm. That's not a bad idea. But we need to burn the evidence and throw the knife away," I said thoughtfully.

It was as if a lightbulb turned on at the top of our heads as we stared at each other and started running around the house and started fixing the furniture to make it look like someone robbed the house but, of course, we used gloves.

When everything was ready ,we dialed 911. "911. What's your emergency?," the operator asked. I gave my brother a curt nod and he began fake sobbing and crying while talking to the phone.

"Please, help us. My mom and dad won't wake up," he said while sending me a wink. That was my cue. "Mom! Dad! Wake up! Stop playing around. This isn't funny," I screamed while crying hysterically. "Okay calm down children. Just tell me your address, okay? Can you do that?," the operator asked. "Yes. It's (address).," he said while sniffling. "Help is on it's way. They'll be there in five minutes. Can you wait for them?," the operator asked. "Yes," he timidly said, applying that fake innocence to seep out. We waited for the beep then high-fived each other in success. It was easier than we thought. "Our acting was so flawless ,I almost believed it!," I exclaimed. "Damn right it was. Otherwise, all that effort was all for nothing," he replied. "But dude, can you do me a favor?," I asked him seriously. "you know I got your back, bro," he said while eyeing me curiously. "Can you lay low for a while? I mean just until we know it's safe," I pleaded. "Come on. I'm a kid. Who will notice me?," he asked jokingly. "Hey! I'm still a kid too," I stated. "Not for long. You're already 12," he said defiantly. "Eh. You're right but seriously. Please?," I said. "Ugh. Fine!," he groaned.

We started hearing sirens in the distance. "Better prepare yourself for more fake crying, bro. You're gonna need it,"he said mokingly. "hahah," I said sarcastically. "Good luck, bro," I said sincerely. "You too," he said as we went to our places.

I sat down in between my parents in my already blood soaked jeans and willed myself to cry. It came to me easier than I thought. I started crying louder when we heard the police cars stop in front or our house. I could faintly hear my brother sobbing softly in the corner. I grabbed my mother's shirt and started sobbing into it as the police officers bursted into our house. One grabbed my brother and led him outside and another one tried to pull me off my mother but I struggled out of his hold. I eventually gave up and let the officer lead me out.

A female officer came towards me and told me that everything was going to be okay but I didn't believe her. I should know. I was the one who killed them. She led me to a police car and ushered me inside with my brother.

When we arrived at the police station, the head officer told us that our parents were declared 'Dead on the Spot'. I was so over-joyed that I began shaking and tried not to smile. The officer had mistaken it for crying and told us that the murderer will be caught immediately. 'I would like to see you try' I thought to myself.

We were sent to our new home at the end of our interrogation. We will start a new life in a new home. And this time, we will lay low and live in the shadows.

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Aloooo people!!! Hope I have woken your evil side up. It's time to kill your foes my pretties. And remember, when life gives you lemons, squeeze it in other peoples eyes.