I was the trigger. I triggered everything from my parents. I made my family like this. I made my life like this.
I am the 'only brother.' I am the only boy in the family, and the third child. Of course, we weren't allowed to have more than one child, but, turns out my parents had four.
When they found out my mother was pregnant with me, it was the same reaction as Maya...but slightly altered. People who lived in our area valued boys. Really, it was like China. Boys carried on the family name and boys were superior to girls. So, naturally, my parents wanted to keep me alive.
Keeping me alive positively and certainly only meant one thing. That my siblings had to die.
They wanted me alive.
They wanted to kill my siblings.
They wanted to kill Maya and Angie.
I ruined their life. It was my birth. I should be the one dying, getting tortured, so why were they getting all this hate for nothing? It wasn't fair for them. But they were determined to have me as their only legal child, and they didn't want to let the government kill their children.
They wanted to do it themselves.
And that is when the torture began.
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Author's Note:
I hope this is enjoyable, I made it as mysterious as possible hehe : ) Votes, comments, and follows are greatly appreciated, thank you.
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The Melancholy Maniacs
RandomThis is the story of four despaired, destroyed kids... molded into melancholy maniacs.