An Ending To End Them All

Sorry Sister

There is always a place that you can take people, especially when you hate them. However you must always know that someone you will need and means a lot to you will perish, as karma for your wishes.

The gritty path is cold beneath your feet. You have walked this path many times, named every tree. This is the path you take when you are with others and you always return - alone.

The sky is beginning to darken and the birds are stopping their tunes. As they know what's about to happen to the person you have bought today. This path is public, it sees every season, but if you can find the right alcove, you will find this barn. People work there day and night but no sound is ever made. You stumbled upon this when you were 5 and it has been at your service ever since. You started the tantalising 6'o' clock sing, where the birds cover the screams. The screams of some innocence but mainly of self regret. We all make decisions we can never forget. But these people upset you so your brain tells you that they must end.

You are on a walk with your sister, a girl of 9. She lacks behind you, never releasing your hand. You walk down the path, the birds ceasing as you pass by, staying in perfect routine. It isn't long before you notice that she wants to walk through the Forrest and look at all the nature. You walk that way, not yet realising the shortcut. She pets the foxes and deer and hums for the birds. She pats the trees because she is innocent but she is led forward and she isn't going to stop and you can't stop her, she is 3 years older than you.

Your watch blips and thoughts begin to swirl. The barn is asking for its next victim. You try with all your might to pull her away but she won't leave the trance. Sweat begins to pop off her skull and the blood rushes to her skin. Her grip tightens, and she begins to speed up running towards the direction of the barn.

Snow had begun to fall and the wind was picking up. The barn had been denied its purpose so it had begun to take actions to speed up the process. The victim was near, everyone knew it.

The trees welcome you and your sister. She let's go of your grip and runs towards the rustic red door of the barn. She places her hands firmly against the supporting beams and drops to the floor, the trance has been lifted. You drop and try to run to her, but something is keeping you back, something is exhausting you. You know it is too late, but you still try. The doors open and your sister is picked up by a lean man who stares into the distance. He comes towards where you are laying and you can begin to see your sisters features. You see the tears streaming down her face. Blood begins to drip from the end if her nose and her bright blue eyes turn black. Her blond bundle of hair falls to the floor and is quickly dispersed upon the marshland by the shuddering wind.

The man turns and heads back for the barn. Gears and chains began to scrape against each other and you know what they are going to do. You stare in awe as he props open the door to allow your sister to be squeezed through. She lets out a shrill as the wooden door closes behind her. The birds begin to sing as the chains begin to turn. You hear her scream and cry as your mind imagines her limbs being torn off and leaving stringy flesh and blood pouting from the open wound. You watch her bones crack and you see her face suddenly tense up, then go limp as she stops fighting. You know what has happened. You just picked the way your sister died. You could have saved her, but you know you didn't want to. You could have killed her quicker but you wanted her to feel the pain. You could have taken her somewhere else but you chose to take her to the barn.
She was never under a trance. You tied her up and carried her to the barn door. You gave her as an offering. You killed your own sister with your sick mind that planned her death. You are the reason you are now in chains. Do you regret the choice?

You run home, treading the snow that keeps on rising. You run to your mom and with one look, she knows what you did. She was in on your plan. She gave you this gift.