Sorry Siblings (possibly my last story)

I snuck on tiptoe into her room. About were different assortments of garments and underclothing. She was never organized, nor as well planned as I. Needless to say that I done the deed well, without a single murmur or scream. Only a soft gasp of well-let out breath—I laughed at how I done it well. Small beads of sweat clung to my forehead and dripped down whilst I dragged her about the small shack. Leading her out the door to the small family graveyard, in the back, a little ways out, a small 10 paces, was a shallow hole—six foot deep. It was dug quietly during the night, as to not stir her form the deep slumber she forth took every night.
Giggling lightly at my clever wit and death like charm, I drew her to my shoulder and flung her to the last place she would rest well. She would become an empty face—a grave with no name. Which, no one would arouse the suspicion of foul play with me in the least. Oh, heavens no—never me! The lifeless corpse hit the grave with a soft melodic thud. The arms seemed to have been placed carefully by the sides, legs slightly apart. I smiled all too well in vain. The reoccurrence of this memory the red clay that stuck to her new white gown of fine Chinese silk; the smell of newly dug earth, and the ever so intoxicating aroma of Death!
I began to shovel the mounds of dirt across the hardening stiff. The harmony of shovel and dirt kept me going for many hours—nonstop. As dawn approached, I was fulfilled with joy and freedom at a witch now gone. I whooped not once—not twice—but a three times of just pure glee; of only the fact I was free!
No more clutches of horror, pain, regret, and sadness. No more would it grip my soul and cold heart to shreds. I was free to live out my fantasies.
A small catch of wind tickled my ear. Like a sensual blow from a woman’s lips. I shook it off as nothing more than the wind. A calling of my name had my head jerking this way and that, softly, curiously at first. Then it grew into something much more. It grew to an obsession in mere seconds. It had my head jerking wildly about to find the source. No source was found. I looked in all directions possible. No thing was in my midst. Not even a gleam of an eye. What would cause a man to such madness?!
No one to be found, no one to be seen; what was I hearing? An imaginative figment? What was it? It drove my head till a pain appeared and throbbed at my spine. My chest tingled at the crisp morning air. The whispering echoed into the empty trees. Nothing was near anymore. No more calling, no more insanity. The only sound was the rasping of my deep breathing against the warming day. The birds chirped gaily in the trees while the crickets turned in till the night would be new.
A sigh of relief escaped the lips upon my own face. I pushed it off as lack of sleep. It can do things like that to a weary man. My feeling of glory returned. It spread all through my fingers, my head, soul, and what was left of my heart. The throbbing at my spine was just a bothersome nerve. Just a small tender touch of pain that, of course, soon fade, and it would be nothing else.
The months went by as grass began to grow amongst the hidden grave, leaving it very inconspicuous to even the most cautious of eyes. The whisper would come and go. It was nothing more than the wind. I left it as such. More pain began to appear, it steadily got worse, then just a small twinge—it turned into a bit of a problem. Sleepless nights began to occur, keeping me awake and waking me up in a nice peaceful sleep. Nice rubdowns wouldn’t help. It just kept getting worse. The others told me I was going mad, utterly mental. There was nothing wrong. ‘It’s all psychological,’ they tell me many times over. I must be going even madder by the day, or am I?
Now that she is gone I am free to do at my convenience. Her eerie gaps for dear breath would never awake me again in the mid-night. No more wanderings if lost sleep were to occur. Alas, I will never miss that demeaned sibling of mine. She had taken to some sort of terminal disease that had taken her on Death’s wings, which left me in the state of condition were I was expected to pick her up when she fell. I dreaded the day, now a mere mistake of a memory, of how I allowed myself to take her in. She always called out my name. Oh, how I despised that retched woman. Now she is gone, and all worries to the grave with her.
I lie in bed awake, night dreaming if you will, of a sense like no other. I tortured myself with the handlings of my dear departed sister’s demise. Ah, yes! My sister, a spoiled malicious minion from the very beginning! An evil infestation that shall never reassemble itself to “perfection;” never again shall she darken my doorway. I am rid of her. My poor eyes shall not lay a sight upon her again.
A sweet harmonic whisper arose and enveloped my hearing. It was like nothing I’ve ever heard before, not all in my life. It conned my ears till I had to stir and walk from the bed to discover the make of this gentle call. My neck and head rocked with a bit of tenderness. An inaudible word cast me to the dining room window. My feet led my where my mind took me. The window overlooked the vast plain of grass and trees. Containing three stones that stood erect were covered with vines and plenty other green, leafy plants. Then beyond them three, an unknown grave stood quietly still. Without a word it called to me. Beckoning me over to its small corner, and the shallow hole that she rested in stood only an inch taller than I. I walked out the door that led to the garden I had intricately planted for my sister (when she wasn’t such a horrid sight). The weeds had infiltrated the garden, erasing all of my hard work. None of the flowers bloomed to beauty, the weeds had choked the flowers to where they had all haven seeded elsewhere. Life was blissful, I thought as I walked beyond the gravestones that was actually known.
When my steps fell to the grave—I found nothing but grass eaten land. Nothing was amiss. Everything was exactly how it should be. I turned my body, as to carefully not to obstruct my head, it was late at night my head and neck where quite bothersome. I knew it would keep me up till early morn. The dark sky made the forest a bleak mysterious depth. I began to take a step to find that my legs were grown to the spot. My spine ache turned to an undesirable burn that built slowly up to all my limbs. Spreading through my top neck and mind, my face began to burn very painfully, as if a flame were placed to it. My torso began to sweat and breathe harder at the unexpected, unnatural gesture.
The pain became so keen that my organs burst with the torture. All over my body ached and burned. The unbearable situation brought me to my knees. The weakness made my eyes relieve involuntary tears down my cheek and kissing the ground. I thought sure death was eminent. I opened my mouth with the pain. A scream, caught dead in my throat. My lungs stopped all functions, while the pain blistered inside of my body. My blood pulsed within my pain-laden veins. Gasping, craving something I’ve wanted—freedom…
My body was released from the burning lacerations. My limbs could move once again. I sat upon my knees looking about for any explanation. I checked my wrists and arms for any type of sign of the pain. Then appeared tiny claw marks, just at random. Swishing across my skin as if a knife were slicing my skin apart with unrhymed speed and accuracy! I got up to run but found my legs glued to the very spot. Then the blood spewed from my wrists as I writhed trying to break my body free. I moved my arms about trying to warn whatever that I was indeed a dangerous being. Trying to convince that I was something to be feared, yet I only knew that I was a joke to myself. Screams erupted from me as I tried to move. I tried to claw. The phantom took to my back. It lashed and ravished its needle claws along my back. Not missing an inch. I felt the cool rush of a warm liquid down my back and hit the ground. I could hear the tiny drops splashing with incredible brilliance.
The thing seemed to become hungrier with each passing drop of my blood. I knew then what it was out to get… My life!
The burning had long passed from my memory. Now what caused that unbelievable sense was now entertaining itself with my flesh. Making a mosaic of red and green upon the ground, I cried out for it to stop. I felt the anger radiating off of its invisible force. I could no longer free myself; I was in its mercy now.
My screams and hollers to be free drove it to grab my neck and begin pulsating around my neck. I had now been caught in a vice like grip. I gripped helplessly at the invisible force that latched on even tighter onto me. Twisting and turning, I was finally let to the ground, where my body was pressed tight against the cold dew grass and the smell of freshly dug earth. My world flew by in a gentle breeze of colors. Everything became so clear—REVENGE! All this was is revenge. My breathing become very paced and slowed to a minimum, while I shuffled my feet to show want of air. The blood circulating throughout me became less and less, only now less of a life in me with each second given to death.
My head began spinning downward into a deep dark abyss, unbeknownst to any human alive. The darkness seemed to cave in while my world shattered around me. The light beyond my eyes teased me till I could rest no more. I wanted to live… I wanted to…
The only thing that remained was a body upon the ground. Fallen down with a quiet thud—hands by the sides, and legs slightly apart.
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