To Write The Perfect Murder || a reader-based story

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a.) Go to the kitchen.
b.) Go upstairs.

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I was so damn scared that my father might do something to my mother but today, I chose to not give any damn care. Wala rin namang mangyayari eh. I care for my mother, pero siya rin naman kasi ang dahilan kung bakit nagkakaganoon si Papa.

Bata pa lamang ako ay mulat na ako sa katotohanan ng lahat. They're so happy, not until Hue came in our lives.

Hue is just my half-brother. He isn't Dad's child. Nagloko si Mama noong 3 years old pa lamang ako and Hue destroyed everything in our fucking peaceful life.

Alam ko kung saan nanggagaling ang galit ni Papa. He saw— no scratch that — We saw with our own eyes how my mother is betraying us. I was so damn scared and I didn't know what to do. But I didn't cry.

My wrath never vanished at mas lalo pa itong lumala when my mom gave birth to Hue. Naging magulo na ang buhay namin since then, all thanks to Hue.

"How's school?" Hue asked me as I step on the staircase.

I just looked at him with my cold and bored eyes. He's 15 now. Magkamukhang-magkamukha kami but I don't wanna branded as his brother.

He always treat me right. I don't know if it's really his nature or he has something up in his sleeves at pinagpaplanuhan niya na akong lamangan. Well, I won't give him the satisfaction he wants.

As usual, I just went past him as I heard his deep sigh. Tila napapagod na siya sa akin as he makes it up for me, but the hell I care. He made my life a living hell. Siya ang may gawa ng lahat ng ito. If only he wasn't born...

I closed the door of my room harshly and it made a loud thump. I looked at my surroundings and felt relieved by the familiar environment I was familiar to. This room is my home. My safe haven. My escape. Anywhere outside this is very suffocating. Kung pupuwede nga lang ay hindi na ako lalabas rito eh.

Binagsak ko ang katawan ko sa kama ko at napabuntong-hininga. I stared at the ceiling for too long.

Hays.

Oo nga pala! Papakilala ko sa inyo ang mga "kaibigan" ko.

I ducked under my bed and pulled out a large black duffle bag. This is where I store my friends.

If you think that the friends I am talking about are humans, well nah.

I pulled out Knight. Knight is my favorite knife. It's small and sharp and pointed. Kayang-kaya ko itong dalhin kahit saan but I have to take precautions. Then, I pulled out Gunter. This is my favorite pistol gun. Marami pang ibang gamit sa bag ko, pero tinatamad na akong ilabas. There are shurikens, daggers, and even swords and samurais!

I always want to use this to somebody. To create a perfect murder. I'll write down each and every details on how I killed my victim. How he pleads for me to spare his life.

Then I suddenly remembered my wrath for Hue. If not for him, I wouldn't have to experience being in a damned family. Maybe, we were so happy right now. The perfect epitome of a happy family.

But things never turned out that way.

I guess I have to get rid of Hue first?

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