Im laying in my bed texting all my internet friends and I hear a knock on my door. "Ugh what do you want Brian!?" I yell from bed at my 8 year old brother. "Can I come in and show you something?" He says it like I'll be entertained like it'll make me the happiest person every. He probably lost another tooth, I think to myself. "No!" I shout and then maybe 10 or 15 seconds later he opens the door and I can see the shadow of him walking in. I bounce up on my bed into a sitting position and start to yell, "Brian, I told you not to come - " what the hell? I think to myself. "Brian why do you have blood all over your shirt?" Maybe it's not blood maybe it's ketchup or something. "I started a collection!" He screams with joy at me. "What do you mean?" I ask quietly, slowly backing away. "Mommy and daddy said they would give my school a blood donation! I wanted to help the school out and get as much of their blood as I could!" I don't even know what to do now. I just watch him in terror. "Where are mom and dad?" I ask him as I take a Galp of spit. "They're taking a nap down stairs! Did you know that they're really heavy sleepers?" I ask him, "Brian what are you telling me this for?" I'm trying to act normal. "Because you said you would also give the school a blood donation!" I press myself up against the wall as I see him take out a pocket knife. "Brian what are you doing?" I stutter. "What if I killed you?" He asks me and I wonder how we never saw him like this before. He doesn't seem like him. "What you be alright with that?" He asks as he wipes the fresh blood off of his knife and into his shirt.
I guess this is the end
