1 Parasite

I sat there with my eyes drawn to my watch, then my eyes had been drawn to his confused gaze, I then gave him a Grotesque facial expression, thus confusing him. Sitting across from me was a man, a parasite, with a pen in one hand, and a note pad in the other. The silence had made the lights seem brighter as I looked at them, blinding my eyes so I would not have to look at that parasite you call a therapist. He looked at me as if he was wanting more and more information, just wanting to send my whole family away--- if I had told him, but I had kept my mouth shut, for the time being, after all, you can't trust a parasite. Neither of us had spoken a single word, since 10 minutes ago. (the start of our session)

"Your Mother, does she always wear sunglasses inside buildings, and outside when it's cloudy"?

"No", I answered.

"Does she have a Facial injury"?

"No."

"Um, She has a stye on her eye, it's gigantic".

"Really"? so she needs sunglasses"?

"It's none of your business really", I mumbled.

I looked down at the watch, before hearing that sweet tune, of my watch beeping, while the parasite smiled as I left. My Mother outside the room smiled with those sunglasses on her face. As I started to walk past her. Momma told me to wait, so I stopped in my tracks. She then caught up to me as it felt like she had forgotten, I had gone to Therapy. The Parasite didn't tell momma what happened and I found that suspicious, we walked passed every hallway, and every door until we sat in the car. She had taken off her sunglasses, and pulled out her trusty, dusty, makeup kit, trying to make her bruised eye and cheek, appear normal. As she did that, I reflected on my life in the passenger's seat, because I'm only in therapy because they think, since I'm the only sane, perfect member of the family, and everyone's support dog, that I've become infected with their issues. My Father beats my Mother, Mother beats Brother, Brother beats himself mentally. I stay still, unchanged from their shit but I can't bring myself to run away or report them, it feels wrong.

My thoughts and flashbacks were interrupted by momma turning on the car engine, and after a few traffic stops, I slept. Mama hated to go back to the hellhole she thought she created, well especially after Kite's death. So she always took the long route, that took her an extra 20 minutes. When we got home, father was on the floor and our home smelled like Cannabis. Mother kissed my forehead and whispered, " Go to sleep darling, I'll take care of everything, the fag, and your dad".

She grabbed whiskey out of the fridge, as booze was the only way to bruise the bruises given to her. I stepped over my dad's unconscious body and walked into my pit of darkness, my room. I shut my door, fell over on my bed, and looked straight up on the ceiling, and started to cry silently, as I slept on the same bed from those years ago. I missed my old brother who would sleep next to me when I cried hearing the grass break, and the rain roar. I then fell into a nightmare.

There was a smell I hadn't smelt in a long time, the smell of french toast, my brother made so well, when I woke up he'd hang up the phone, previously talking to his girlfriend. He'd wear a little yellow apron to cheer me up from the arguing mom and dad had the previous night before. They had left for therapy, in another city thus leaving me at home with my brother. After French Toast I had fallen asleep watching tv in my parent's room, then the doorbell rang, I could see my brother at the door, and my self at the same time. A man was at the door, my brother greeted him with a frown as the man greeted him with a smile.

"I do not want you here", my brother had said with a firm steady voice.

"Look, man, I'm sorry I was selfish, I-It won't happen again, trust me". The man stuttered.

"Don't you say that every time? I'm sick and tired of you, acting like you won't do it again, it's fucking stupid! J-just get the fuck outta my face, man"!

The man sniffled and said," I'm not going to lose you--".

"The fuck is wrong with you man", replied my brother.

I heard the door slam and realized the man was inside the house, I heard my brother groan as if weight was on him. He had gotten up, and ran, he was soon where I was and slammed the door behind him and said" Hide, Hide under the bed", he panicked as that was the first time I heard my brother not scared for his life-but mine.

I hid, then the door burst open, the door then closed and I saw 4 pairs of shoes. As my brother's back was turned, he gripped onto the bed as if he had accepted that he lost a fight. He stayed turned, as the man had grabbed his hips and whispered"You know how hard it was watching you with all those fake girls? You knew about them and h-how everyone just hated me but you stayed, and I don't plan on letting you go."

His front body was pushed on to the bed, then I heard unreal steps coming up the stairs.

As I sweated, a door had opened and so did my eyes.

I was drenched in a pool of my own sweat with tears coming out of my eyes. I saw a silhouette and as it stepped closer to the light, It was my brother, gun in one hand, blood in the other. I started to hyperventilate. "Get up", he whispered. I sat still on my bed until he yelled: " Get up"!

I had rushed out of bed and followed behind him as he commanded I held his bloody hand.

I breathed heavily, as I walked down the stairs, to see the tv still on and Faher was no longer on the floor, but nowhere to be seen. I had stepped down from the stairs as my foot had felt a solid object, I looked down at it, to see a bloodstained blanket over it, and kicked it over with my foot. I screamed bloody murder, as I saw my mom's pale, dead open eyes. My Brother continued to take my hand, he had opened the door and turned the lights off.

My Parents running car was outside music playing and everything as I cried he pushed me into the car, but buckled me up while stroking my hair. I heard a familiar song play, and it scared the fuck out of me.

"Mama, just killed a man, put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead."

I started to sob, as my brother began driving away, the song drifted away as if it was in slow-mo then I had passed out, never to be seen again.