How I Died To Live

1: What Was My Name Again?

'Warm.'

I thought, letting the crimson colored liquid rush down my throat. I closed my eyes and let out a quiet moan of satisfaction from the taste and feeling of it.

I didn't particularly enjoy taking the lives of innocent people, but it was either me or them. After everything I had done for myself, why stop now? Why give everything up for another? What had they ever done for me?

Exactly.

Nothing.

Which is why I no longer cared about murder. I called it 'surviving'.

Once I had drained the last drop of blood from my victim, I carelessly flung the body to the side as I sneaked away from the alley. I wiped my mouth with my arm and quickly looked around for any witnesses. None. Good.

I rushed back to my 'home', a tiny house with a large basement, and threw myself into a chair.
I didn't live alone, but who knew when my reckless 'roommate' would return. So, I relaxed and attempted to recall my past, as I always did when I had free time.

The farthest back I could remember was when I was still alive with my mother. She had always been beautiful, that's why I turned out the way I am.

Now, I stretched out my toes and closed my eyes trying to smell the expensive perfume she had put on that day.

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(Around the age of 11)

"Mother, where are you going, again?" I asked for the only-God-knows-time, pulling on her fancy red dress. It must've been the best dress she owned, and the jewelry she wore seemed to cost more than anything else in our tiny home.

My younger step-brother began to cry and I immediately hugged him.

He was so... warm.

My mother once again ignored me and continued to get ready until finally she grabbed her purse and turned towards my oldest step-brother.

"Eli, watch over your siblings ok? I'm going to be gone for a bit," Mother looked at me cradling my younger brother in my arms, "Please, my children, get along while I'm gone. If I'm not back by tomorrow...." Mother hesitated, something I had never seen before.

"Don't leave the house, ever. If a man with purple eyes knocks, don't let him in. Hide in the basement, ok? Remember, don't say anything to him and don't let him in. I love you all..." Mother's voice got caught before she began to sob.

"Purple eyes? Hide? Mother, this makes no sense. Are you coming back to hide with us?" Eli asked.

"Goodbye my loves..." Mother fast-walked out of our home.

We cried and waited for her until-

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"HAHAHAHAHA! Wassup lil sis?!" A familiar slurred voice boomed and the door to my house was slammed open.

"Eli..." I sighed impatiently as I watched him stumble into the house.

"Miss me? HAHAHAHAHA!! Of course you diiiiiiiiid! Come 'ere, sis!" Eli laughed and opened up his arms for a hug.

"You know how I feel about physical contact, Eli," I glared at him and continued, "And you know how I feel about you getting drunk."

"Whatever, Mom! Ohohohohohoho! I'm hilarious!" I flinched slightly at the volume of his voice before one word filled my mind.

Mother...

I stared off into space at a wall before mumbling a soft, "Eli?"

"Hm?"

"What's my name?"