The Grief of Matricide And Sororicide

"What are yo..?" I cut her off, slamming my fist deep into her face, making a bloody mess. Tears drizzled from her distressed eyes, but that only encouraged me to pursue further. As I proceeded to beat her to a pulp, my bruised hands eventually numbed.

Drool dripped from my mouth as I savored every last hit. Nothing was more wonderful than the intense scarlet gradient that leaked down her fragile skull. It was as if she were a toy that I could manipulate; the more I interacted with it, the more pathetic voice lines it enunciated.

She began to gradually calm down as the pain felt too much for her puny body to bear. This was my chance to end it all. With an impatient grin, I pushed her head closer to mine, plunging my thumbs deep into her terrified eyes. As I pressed on, I felt the mushed-up texture of her eyeballs, which gave me a reassuring sensation of joy.

This was significantly more pleasant than I had anticipated. I gouged out the remainder of her hollow cranium, allowing it to splatter out of her eye sockets. I opened my mouth wide, biting deeply into her neck and swallowing a large portion of her esophagus. The bleeding entrails that flowed provided a delicate, sweet flavor to complement the fine dish.

Her dismantled corpse lay motionless.

The door creaked open, revealing the traumatized woman, who had been discreetly watching from afar. She looked as if she were about to throw up, raising her trembling hand to cover her mouth. It was my stepmother.

When I was first introduced to this family, I never knew that such a disgusting mother figure existed. When she was drunk, no matter how hard I begged for her mercy, she still relentlessly beat me, leaving me to cry alone. But this time it was different; nothing could stop me from what I was about to do. Just the thought of it made my bulging smile gleam with joviality.

She took a wary step back, uncovering her mouth and revealing the false confidence she tried to portray. "What have you done to your older sister!?" She preliminarily started to hyperventilate as sweat poured rapidly down her exposed thighs. Was it sweat? I couldn't tell, as she had been cowardly hiding in the shadows.

She was terrible at concealing her presence, so I knew she was there the whole time. I wanted her to watch as I tortured the child she had raised without any assistance. It was like destroying something someone had worked so hard to create. The scared expression was completely worth it, and I couldn't help but smile at her pitiful plight. All of this simply strengthened my resolve to carry out my revenge.

My fists had already been throbbing with pain due to the previous fun moment I had with my sister. Something felt different, as the feeling only seemed to persuade me to finish the job. I couldn't hold back any longer, lunging impatiently at her legs and startling her till she fell to the ground.

A warm, wet liquid leaked all over my hand. In sheer disgust, I dug my fingers deep into her ankle. Her excruciating screams were music for my ears. I knew this was the right thing to do; after all, she was the one who turned my life into a living nightmare.

Eating all those leftover scraps undoubtedly left an impression on my malnourished body. Even though I was in a weak position, I had the strength to complete my duty. All of it had been driven just by pure hatred. It was all over, and I was seconds away from completing my objective.

I reached forward, held her head up, and began yanking her eyeballs out. The first one was surprisingly easy to get out. I covered her mouth while she yelled in agony, and the screeching sounds gave me a minor headache. The second eye still had its optic nerve attached. That wasn't really an issue.

I counted down from five to one and snatched it, causing blood to shoot forth. I may have mistakenly removed part of her brain, but she appeared to be alive. I got the two eyes together, and they felt like a squishy toy.

That's enough playing around. I prepared to end it all by raising my fist with the eyes in my palm, slamming it deep into her throat, and knocking out a couple of her teeth.

I looked at the artwork I had spent so much time on and wondered if I had gone too far. I sat down and watched her choke on her own eyes. It wasn't a long show; she died seconds later.

Even after all of this, I couldn't bear to continue living. I have imposed my revenge, and no matter how far I go, I will never be able to escape my past.

Yaeko had some ropes in her room for when she would tie me up and beat me until I couldn't move. I could certainly hang myself with the rope and call it quits.

It took some time for me to comprehend that I was about to kill myself, but I eventually found the courage to do it. I tied it to the ceiling fan and made sure it was secure. I reached the top of the hinoki bath stool and counted to myself: "One, two, three." I jumped.

I was overcome with instant regret when I realized that this did not kill me right away. I couldn't even complete this properly. Such a shame.

As I dangled there, my esophagus on the verge of collapsing, I felt a gentle embrace that meant my suffering had finally dissipated. I quit resisting and accepted my fate.