Zaltusinel
Novelist and Word Whisperer
I’m a reverent to another top cycle of my sensibility. You understand that the world is round and the sky is blue, but what if the world is four-dimensional and the sky is a color we cannot perceive. I remember the day I decided who was my family and who wasn’t… well, alive.
Bryson Street in New Boston was faced with the gay crowd of baseball fans and stupid tourists. My party consisted of my best friend, my girlfriend, and my three twin brothers. We look all alike, my brothers and me, so Jessica has basically kissed all of us. She’s kinda silly when she figures out she kissed Cleve, who she kisses the most other than me. I mean she always makes a clever joke when I tell her that I’m over here. Since my parents could afford a three bedroom, I only have to share a room with one brother. I share with Cleve because I can stand him forever. Our room is fazed blue with posters of black-haired girls and science fiction weaponry. The bed was a full with blue sheets and two violet pillows which would be thrown around in the mourning. The space between us was non-existent, but we manage to get Marvyn in when Xander is the last person to sleep with. Marvyn and Xander are the other pair brothers, but they are so annoying to point that I can’t live with them. I don’t care if they have the blood in my heart. I want to spill it!
My best friend Jack was no friend of theirs either. This was why I got them all to go to the game because I got a plot to perform. Jack and Jessica are in on it. Marvyn was so mean to me when I broke my arm. I swear he broke it with his bare hands. I felt it when my shirt covered my eyes. His hands scarred my bones, my wrist. You can see the everlasting bruise on my left wrist. Mom wouldn’t blame him because “Brothers don’t hurt brothers.” By that logic, I wouldn’t have a knife in my pocket with the intent to murder Xander and Marvyn.
I got them in the alleyway and my friends handled my brothers while I sedated Cleve with morphine by replacing our ep-pi pen meds. I didn’t sedate Xander and Marvyn. I want the smell of their pain in my nose while they can see me clearly.
Now I had choices. I love Cleve, but love is harsh with murder. Now I got to decide… should I kill the brother I always love? Jack nodded. I lifted my pocket to reveal the knife and Xander drained himself of all of his urine instantly. I liked that… He felt to fear of being killed by your own twin brother. The person who looked exactly like you and have the same health problems because we all get sick at the same time. I looked over at Jessica. She was pleading me with her eyes not to kill Cleve. She motioned Jack to cover the ears with her. “Kaiden don’t do this. Cleve loves you. He would die for you!” I watched her shed a flimsy tear from her crystal green right eye. I know she was legit, but she uses fake tears which make her very hard to believe when she’s sad.
I considered. I love him. He is the brother people always wanted. He was the guy who didn’t mind sharing. Cleve never liked being touched, but he sleeps at night with me connected all over him. Maybe it was the circumstance. I pulled my switchblade out of my pocket and held it in my hand. Now I was second-guessing myself. Could I really spill my own blood? Their blood was identical to mine. They had the same face, same arms, same legs, same hair, and same chest. Jessica knew that I couldn’t do right away if I would. She must have known because she pulled out some Forget-it pills.
I smiled. I decided to have a little fun with both of them. I took the knife and stroked it carefully without cutting Marvyn’s neck. He gulped as it passed from his neck. He was the first to say anything.
“Kaiden… I am sorry for what I did to your arm. Do to me what you will. I deserve it. All I ask is that you spare Xander.” Clearly he had repented. Maybe. I did have permission to do what I pleased if it didn’t kill Xander. I still weighed killing all three of my brothers. What would I do with the bodies? How could I live with myself? I began to feel the implications of this plot, but rage had taken control for one moment. One moment may have been enough. I slashed Marvyn across the bottom of his head and I cursed right after I did it. He started to bleed and Jack was about to finish him when I held my hand up. I grabbed a towel and applied pressure. I spoke the normal line of “Don’t you die on me.” constantly. Xander was beginning to see that I was seeing the light again while Marvyn held on for conscious as strongly as he could. I could see the light in his eyes dim. I feared that would end up killing him, and I prayed that he would live. When the paramedics arrived, he was passed out. I felt a pulse on his neck, but I feared he had little time. When they drove off, Cleve managed to recover and he saw the blood across my face and Marvyn missing. He began to beat me against the wall until I bled at the head. Jessica was holding Jack back. Cleve finished me off and kicked me while I laid on the floor broken. I know he had right to do it. I looked up at him and he looked at me innocently with a taste of rightful punishment and a hint of guilt.
That night, I visited Marvyn in the Hospital with a bandaged skull. He was lying there, pale. I watched as Xander flopped to the floor and Cleve punch me in the back. He was surely dead I thought at first, but he looked over at me and I realized. He lost so much blood he lost coloration, but modern medicine could counter-balance that. It was the latest development. I questioned myself in my hunger for revenge, but I realized the real choice I was making… The knife was near my neck most of the time. I was really about to commit suicide. A voice sang in my head.
“What people like you allow themselves to believe is funny. You see me as you remember me and I see you as I remember you. Dreams can be taken on a great ride. You were there, but some the events were misplaced. Ask Jessica for me darling.”
Bryson Street in New Boston was faced with the gay crowd of baseball fans and stupid tourists. My party consisted of my best friend, my girlfriend, and my three twin brothers. We look all alike, my brothers and me, so Jessica has basically kissed all of us. She’s kinda silly when she figures out she kissed Cleve, who she kisses the most other than me. I mean she always makes a clever joke when I tell her that I’m over here. Since my parents could afford a three bedroom, I only have to share a room with one brother. I share with Cleve because I can stand him forever. Our room is fazed blue with posters of black-haired girls and science fiction weaponry. The bed was a full with blue sheets and two violet pillows which would be thrown around in the mourning. The space between us was non-existent, but we manage to get Marvyn in when Xander is the last person to sleep with. Marvyn and Xander are the other pair brothers, but they are so annoying to point that I can’t live with them. I don’t care if they have the blood in my heart. I want to spill it!
My best friend Jack was no friend of theirs either. This was why I got them all to go to the game because I got a plot to perform. Jack and Jessica are in on it. Marvyn was so mean to me when I broke my arm. I swear he broke it with his bare hands. I felt it when my shirt covered my eyes. His hands scarred my bones, my wrist. You can see the everlasting bruise on my left wrist. Mom wouldn’t blame him because “Brothers don’t hurt brothers.” By that logic, I wouldn’t have a knife in my pocket with the intent to murder Xander and Marvyn.
I got them in the alleyway and my friends handled my brothers while I sedated Cleve with morphine by replacing our ep-pi pen meds. I didn’t sedate Xander and Marvyn. I want the smell of their pain in my nose while they can see me clearly.
Now I had choices. I love Cleve, but love is harsh with murder. Now I got to decide… should I kill the brother I always love? Jack nodded. I lifted my pocket to reveal the knife and Xander drained himself of all of his urine instantly. I liked that… He felt to fear of being killed by your own twin brother. The person who looked exactly like you and have the same health problems because we all get sick at the same time. I looked over at Jessica. She was pleading me with her eyes not to kill Cleve. She motioned Jack to cover the ears with her. “Kaiden don’t do this. Cleve loves you. He would die for you!” I watched her shed a flimsy tear from her crystal green right eye. I know she was legit, but she uses fake tears which make her very hard to believe when she’s sad.
I considered. I love him. He is the brother people always wanted. He was the guy who didn’t mind sharing. Cleve never liked being touched, but he sleeps at night with me connected all over him. Maybe it was the circumstance. I pulled my switchblade out of my pocket and held it in my hand. Now I was second-guessing myself. Could I really spill my own blood? Their blood was identical to mine. They had the same face, same arms, same legs, same hair, and same chest. Jessica knew that I couldn’t do right away if I would. She must have known because she pulled out some Forget-it pills.
I smiled. I decided to have a little fun with both of them. I took the knife and stroked it carefully without cutting Marvyn’s neck. He gulped as it passed from his neck. He was the first to say anything.
“Kaiden… I am sorry for what I did to your arm. Do to me what you will. I deserve it. All I ask is that you spare Xander.” Clearly he had repented. Maybe. I did have permission to do what I pleased if it didn’t kill Xander. I still weighed killing all three of my brothers. What would I do with the bodies? How could I live with myself? I began to feel the implications of this plot, but rage had taken control for one moment. One moment may have been enough. I slashed Marvyn across the bottom of his head and I cursed right after I did it. He started to bleed and Jack was about to finish him when I held my hand up. I grabbed a towel and applied pressure. I spoke the normal line of “Don’t you die on me.” constantly. Xander was beginning to see that I was seeing the light again while Marvyn held on for conscious as strongly as he could. I could see the light in his eyes dim. I feared that would end up killing him, and I prayed that he would live. When the paramedics arrived, he was passed out. I felt a pulse on his neck, but I feared he had little time. When they drove off, Cleve managed to recover and he saw the blood across my face and Marvyn missing. He began to beat me against the wall until I bled at the head. Jessica was holding Jack back. Cleve finished me off and kicked me while I laid on the floor broken. I know he had right to do it. I looked up at him and he looked at me innocently with a taste of rightful punishment and a hint of guilt.
That night, I visited Marvyn in the Hospital with a bandaged skull. He was lying there, pale. I watched as Xander flopped to the floor and Cleve punch me in the back. He was surely dead I thought at first, but he looked over at me and I realized. He lost so much blood he lost coloration, but modern medicine could counter-balance that. It was the latest development. I questioned myself in my hunger for revenge, but I realized the real choice I was making… The knife was near my neck most of the time. I was really about to commit suicide. A voice sang in my head.
“What people like you allow themselves to believe is funny. You see me as you remember me and I see you as I remember you. Dreams can be taken on a great ride. You were there, but some the events were misplaced. Ask Jessica for me darling.”
