[Welcome to my second Fanfic. Thank you for giving it a chance. Just a warning before you start reading this chapter. This chapter isn't for the faint of heart. You may know what I mean if you've read the synopsis, which I presume you did. But if you can take it, please go ahead and tell me where I can improve.]
My name is… I don't have a name. I'm 16 years old and I live with my parents and my 10-year-old little brother in the slums of Tokyo, Japan.
I always go to work from morning to midnight. Even if it is hard I have no other choice. My parents are drug addicts and alcoholics. They always hit and curse at me and my little brother. They told me that if I don't work, they will kill my little brother. Just by looking at their eyes, I could tell that they were being serious.
I hate my parents more than anyone in this world. If it wasn't for my little brother I would have escaped from there or ended my life long ago.
I just came back from work and entered my home. It was a small house that looked like it was about to fall down.
I heard someone crying.
"Please stop hitting me! I did nothing wrong!"
"Shut up trash! You should be grateful that I left you alive and fed you all this time!" screamed a female voice
I ran into his bedroom and found him lying in a pool of blood. He is covered in bruises and cuts. My parents were standing beside him with knives in their hands.
My face turned pale and I started shaking.
He looked at me and called me with a weak voice.
I ran to him and kneeled down next to him.
I started sweating by looking at all the wounds on his body.
"Don't worry, you will be fine. I'll take you to the doctor."
"You won't be taking him anywhere! We can't waste money on that trash!" screamed my father
I had a pleading look on my face.
"But if I don't take him now, he will die!"
They both had a disgusting smile on their faces.
"Then let him die. He is no use to us anyway." said my mother
I started tearing up.
"How could you, he is your son! And didn't you promise me not to touch him as long as I kept working!?"
"The money you bring in is too little so we had to get rid of him to save money." said my mother
'They can't be serious! They aren't humans, they are monsters!'
I looked at my little brother. My tears were falling on his face.
"Don't worry, big brother will make you better!"
I started to tear my shirt into pieces to make makeshift bandages. I started wrapping them around his biggest wounds.
'There are so many cuts!'
"Why are you wasting your shirt on him!? Don't think that we will buy you a new one." said my father
I felt my blood boiling.
"Shut up you demons!"
He glared at me.
My father kicked me in my face sending me against the wall.
He looked at me with disgust.
"How dare you speak to your parents like that!" screamed my father
"Let me show you what happens to brats who can't do what they are told! Hold up the brat." said my mother
My heart was beating so fast.
"What are you going to do to him!?"
My father picked my little brother up and my mother put a knife against his throat.
My face turned pale.
"Wait, wait, wait, please let him go! I'm so sorry! I will never do it again, just please let him go."
My little brother looked at me with tears in his eyes.
"Big brother, please save me! I'm really scared!"
"Don't worry I'll get both of us out of this!"
I stood up.
I touched my face and looked at my hand.
My brother fell in front of me with blood spraying out of his throat.
I fell on my knees in front of him.
My heart almost stopped beating.
"Please wake up! Little brother, please wake up!"
He started coughing up blood. It seems like he wanted to say something. I put my ears close to his mouth.
"I… I love… y...ou, big… brother."
His eyes closed and he stopped breathing.
Something broke inside of me.
"It looks like that brat has finally kicked the bucket!" said my father
They both started laughing.
I stood up and walked out of the room.
"What happened to this brat? He didn't say anything and just walked away." said my father
"He must have become crazy, hahaha!"
A little bit later I came back with two big knives in my hand. I walked up to my mother.
"What do you think you're doing, walking up to me with those two knives!"
I looked at her with cold and empty eyes.
I slit her throat.
Her blood started spraying on my face, but I didn't flinch.
"This was for my little brother. Have fun rotting in hell."
She fell on the ground dead.
My father looked scared and angry.
"You devil! How dare you kill your mother!"
Before I could react, he had already stabbed me in my gut.
He smiled at me with his disgusting smile.
"How do you like that, you devil!"
I look straight at him with my cold and empty eyes.
"I hope you and that bitch, burn in hell for eternity!"
I stabbed him in his throat.
Before he fell on the ground he managed to stab me in my chest.
He fell on the ground dead.
I was in so much pain that I almost couldn't move.
'I don't think that I will be able to survive. But it's not like I deserve to live anyways.'
I slowly walked up to my little brother. I lied down next to him and hugged him.
I started crying.
"I'm sorry that I couldn't be a good big brother. This is all my fault. If I had just gotten enough money and was strong enough, you would still be alive. I'm sorry little brother!"
I hugged him closer and kept crying until my eyes closed by themselves and I only saw darkness.