8. WHOLE...

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Just as the sister opened the door of the stairway that she climbed down, to step foot on the 14th floor, across the corridor, the lift opened and out stepped her well-known neighbor, Me.

Both our faces were white, our bones weak with horror.

She knew something, the sister, I was sure. So did my mother. And so did I.

We all knew different pieces and parts.

Parts were the only thing in the world, that could make a whole. The sister kept repeating to herself.

We both turned to face my flat.

The door was ajar, as usual.

Night had fallen...it was almost midnight by then.

The sister struggled to see in all the darkness. But there was something...on the floor....inches away from the door. She shuddered.

I pushed the door wide open and in front lay...my mother.

The sister recoiled. The lady's blood was spilled all over the tiles. Her face as if stricken with pain. Her skin stained with tears.

Oh God no, no no. Mom. I was screaming on the inside. But on the outside, silence prevailed.

A sudden voice shook the sister violently as she was thrown back in surprise.

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Father.

The voice pierced into the sister's being, "THE LAST THING THE BROTHER SAW OF HER WERE HER BLUE EYES TURNING DARK."

No. My father could not have done this. It is not possible even in this hellish reality.

"YEARS AGO, MY SISTER GAVE HER LIFE TO TREAT HER PATIENTS. THE PEOPLE WHO WOULD HAVE DIED ANYWAYS. THOSE PATIENTS TOOK MY SISTER'S LIFE AND LEFT MINE AS A CURSE."

No. My father cannot be a murderer. He is a doctor! He is a healer, not a killer!

"SO IT IS ONLY FAIR THAT THOSE PATIENTS WHO TOOK HER LIFE LOSE THEIR OWN TOO, RIGHT?"

Oh no...

"I ONLY TOOK CARE OF THAT." my father smiled, knife in hand.

My father is a murderer. I couldn't breathe.

My throat was closing up. The smell. There was a smell in the air. It's sweet. Hm. My head. I'm dizzy. Hmm.

The sister saw me crash to the floor unconscious, right before she followed.

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