My Little Thoughts

Stressing Out

Happily in an Okay mood I was drawing on my journal in peace. As I was about to start a new drawing my older brother comes in my room and starts stressing me as if it's forbidden in this house for me to be in a good mood.
"Where are the puppies and their pillow?" He starts a calm conversation. "They're under the bed I suppose." I respond glaring at him for interrupting my peace. "Put them back." He commands like he does to everyone. So annoying. "Sigh, fine whatever" I say not bothering to hide the annoyance in my tone.
I look under my bed and grab all the puppies and putting them on my bed, then I go get the pillow from outside and slam into the box. After putting the five pups in the box take the chance to fix my bed and think curses at my brother at the same time.
Though it seems that annoying me wasn't enough because he hasn't left and starts to speak. "Get your head out of your ass your blanket is touching the floor." He remarks as if it weren't obvious enough. "So? It isn't bothering you.
After a while of arguing he asks. "What? It's not like you're stressed!!" Then I've had enough. All the thought's of everything I'm tired of comes to mind. I'm starving I miss my friends I wanna go to school I'm thirsty My room can't stay clean No one listens to me I wanna cry Everyone is bothering me and I'm just so fucking tired of everything!!! I glare at my brother for the third time this whole conversation and he returns a nothing. He just stands there.
Stupid older brother, doesn't he know I'm holding a knife in my back? Oh well it's not like I'm actually gonna-- "I mean why would you be stressed? You never do anything!!" I never do anything? You're the one that's always locked in your stupid room watching movies!! "You fucking asswhole!!" I stop talking as soon as I feel a splat on my cheek.
I snap out of my rambling and look down.
.... Down at my bloody brother, laying expressionless on my dirty floor. I unknowingly smile sympathetically, staring at unmoving brother. I raise the knife and slowly but roughly slide the knife across his cheek and smile wider. After a few seconds I just plainly stab him repeatedly. Then I run outside and lie to my family about what happened. We have a normal funeral. I giggle and celebrate a normal joy and lead a normal life after that. Well, if my family doesn't anger me that is.
Although hihihi! As if they ever could.