A scene.

This is just one of those random scenes.

Do not, scratch that, NEVER treat your siblings like they are not capable of anything at all.

-R.Q.-

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I hear her screaming and banging. 'What the hell is wrong with her?' I think to myself.

That idiot, she thinks she can speak out for herself? She and her stupid whining voice. I hate her.

"I've had it! Oi, will you stop that?" I yell out. Surely she'll shut it after that. She does, and once again the eerie silence continues in the house. She let out another scream.

"THAT IS IT!"

I bang on her room. Nothing. I slowly turn the metal doorknob and enter her room.

I turn into stone as I take in the the bloody mess. There's blood everywhere. I slowly look around, hoping that I would not find her.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

I turn towards the sound and there she is. She is embedded onto the wall. Her skin, nailed to the concrete wall. So many nails...wh-what happened?

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Her clothes are soaking with blood. Her...blood. I look at her feet, afraid of what I might see when I look at her face. Slowly, I look up at her face. Sh-she has no lips-rather, her lips were hanging from her mouth. Like it was ripped from her face. Her face, full of bloody wounds. She is smiling, at least I think she is. Her once beautiful hair is now gone, or at least parts of it is gone. I begin to step backwards when something catches my eyes. I stood there, even more shocked. Her throat had a very big nail forced upon it. In between the nail and her throat was an envelope. I want to run away, but something inside me tells me to read the note.

Drip. Drip.

I walk towards her, take the blood soaked envelope carefully, open it and try my best to read:

My dearest sister,

  Wasn't it you who insulted me countless of times about my voice whenever I try to speak for myself? Well, you've got what you've wanted. You are in fact the boss of everything. Everything you say goes. Thank you, dear sister, for making my life a living hell.

                                                                                                      Your supposed illiterate sister

Drip.

I crumple the piece paper, the envelope had already fallen from my grasp, and kneel down. I scream as if everything that my eyes had just consumed enter my brain.

What have I done?

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Life is full of possibilities, and this can very well happen.

You never know.

Treat your siblings like they are a part of you, because honestly, they may very well be a part of you.

-R.Q.-