One Shot Stories

Her Freedom

I wasn't shocked when the pillow beside me is always wet every Friday night.

My older sister used to sleep beside me. It's been 10 years and I was just 7 that time.

Our step father goes home every Friday morning and always calls my sister in his room. I also wanted to enter the room when she said, I mustn't. There's a demon there.

The last time he called her is when the night my step father dragged by uniformed men with gun on their waist. I asked where my sister is. No one answered me.

It's Friday night. She needs me. She maybe crying again. I don't care if it's really a hell there. I need to hug her.

I entered my step father's room. It's dark. Mess.

I smiled when I saw my sister. I'm sad and hurt, yes, but I'm happy for her too.

My naked sister's hanging there. There's a rope on her neck. And there's a smile on her lips.

You are now free, my sister.