My Short Stories

Love...

(WARNING: Blood and Abuse!)


What is love?

Big bro always tells me that he loves me. Big Sis always tells me she loves. Momma and Papa always tell me they love me. So, why don't I say it back? Is love a big, BIG thing that is special? Is it nice? Does it hurt? Will I ever get it?

Sometimes, when I go to bed, Momma comes and sings me a lullaby. Then, she kisses my head and tells me that she loves me and I'm her precious child. I wish I can give her a hug. Too bad my arms go through her. Sometimes, papa talks with me and makes me laugh. He does silly stuff, like removing his arm, popping out one of his eyes, and making silly faces to people, even though they can't see him from behind. I wish I can give papa a hug.

Gee, I wish I could do those silly things like papa and sing calm lullabies like mama. My siblings show me love too, you know! They're the best at showing it!

Whenever my brother comes home, he has some sort of glass bottle in hand. It smells yucky whenever he hits me with it on my head. It hurts, but big bro says it's a way of showing how much he loves me! I hope I can do that too, so then I can show people I love them.

Big Sis also showed me love too! Every time she sees me, she gives me a BIG hit on my tummy or slaps me on my face. It hurts a lot when she does that. One time, I started bleeding through my mouth, just like momma was before a long time ago. I asked big sis why she keeps doing that to me, but she only said that it shows her love and affection to me and that I'm her favorite punching bag! I don't know what that is, but I think it's a cool name for "sibling"! I hope I can do that too once I can get out of the house if my siblings allow me too.

Oh well, I guess I can wait for tomorrow, and the day after that maybe. Still, it kind of confuses me. They all love me and they show me how. I just don't know which one is the right one. The way momma and papa show it, or the way big sis and big bro shows it? Maybe I can find out later.........

..... I'm tired. Maybe I should rest for a bit.

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A group of police officers and a SWAT team barged into the house. They found the two older siblings they were searching for years and had them in handcuffs. One was drunk and fists were bloody while the other had a psychotic look on their face, laughing hysterically. Behind the officers were an elderly couple, family to the siblings. They had frantic looks as they searched every room in the house until they looked into one specific room. A horrifying shriek came from the aunt as the uncle stared at what he saw, tears slipping down his face...

A child laid on the floor, skin pale and breath gone. Bruises and cuts were everywhere as fresh and dried blood were everywhere: on the floor, around the walls, and on the child's body. The child's mouth sewn together as both of his eyes showed no color of life.

..... They were too late.