Prologue:"The tragedy that started it all: The sister"

I was seven years old at the time, just your normal immature brat. Having fun while being clueless of how the real world operates.

We were a happy family. I was a happy child. But unfortunately or fortunately, that didn't last long. One day, my Dad didn't come back from work. He just disappeared, just like that. The police couldn't even find a single clue about him that day. It was like he really just vanished from the whole world, but still fresh in his loved ones memories. The search continued. But still, nothing came up. For one year, my family was in agony. This took a special toll on my mother. Lets just say her behavior changed one hundred eighty degrees. My mother and the police continued the search, but nothing came up. This only caused further damage to our relationship.

My Mom was a housewife, so the only source of income at the time was from my Father. Although we had his death insurance, it wasn't enough to keep up with rent and two children's needs for a long time. So my Mother got different jobs. As a result of that, I was mostly left alone to fend for myself and my two year old sister.

At first I didn't think of it that much. But now that I think about it, what type of mother would leave their eight year old and two year old child to take care of themselves? Jeez, I was really lucky to have survived.

Of course, it was traumatic for me as well. I really loved my Dad and my family, so you could imagen how this effected me. The only way I could express this despair was to, cry, of course. I had one ray of hope, though. My sister always comforted me in my sad times. Although she was still a child, she was smart for her age. I really appreciate her for that.

Well, that's how my days went by for one year. I have to say, it was frustrating times for an eight year old, taking care of yourself and your sister, cooking meals sometimes, going to school by yourself and things like that. But I still managed to survive.

Until, something happened that completely changed my life. One day, after coming back from school, I started to break down. I can't exactly remember why, but I guess the stress was to much for me to handle at the time.

The break down was bad, I mean really bad. I started screaming really badly, throwing any object I could reach at random directions. All the while my sister was watching me in horror. She did try to stop me. Saying things like "Big brother, stop it!" or "Your scaring me!". I don't exactly remember what she said completely. Long story short, I got pretty annoyed at her screaming and... accidently pushed her outside the window of a three story apartment complex, us living in the third floor.

Realizing what I had done, I went down, screaming and running, until I reached her unconscious body. The first thing on my mind was to call an ambulance. Thank goodness my Dad thought me the emergency numbers, or else my sister wouldn't have made it.

At the hospital, the doctor said to my Mom that my sister wouldn't have survived if she was brought here even a minute later. She had received a hit in the head after falling. What bad luck I had, it could have been a leg or an arm.

After that, I had a couple of beatings from my mom. And they were not nice, not nice at all.

It took a couple of weeks for her to recover. Spending money on her treatment destroyed our family further. My mom even had to take loans from banks to completely pay for her treatment. After the incident, my mom was mostly out of home, making us feel even worse.

After her recovery, I shed tears, screamed, cried and hugged her to forgive me and that I'll never do things of that sort again. Her response was strange. With a normal smile and a calm face, she said: "It's alright, big brother. I understand you were unhappy at the time. I'm fine, so don't worry about me."

It was like I was talking to an adult. It really did feel strange. Even after returning home, she didn't show any sign of her energetic personality. She was always calm, doing things meaningfully, listening to me, and talking to me in a way that adults would. I didn't pay much attention to that at the time. Hell, she was listening to me and not causing any trouble, so my idiotic nine year old self thought this version of her is actually great.

After coming back from school about a month later, for the first time she didn't come to greet me. It was really odd. I called out for her but there was no response. I started to worry that something might have happened to her again. I panicked and started to desperately search the entire house. There were no signs of her in the bedrooms and the living room. When I came close to the bathroom though, I could hear weird whispering sounds coming from inside. I twisted the door knob, but couldn't get the door open. I tried and tried again, but I still couldn't get it open. I was in a panic. I got a sharp knife from the kitchen and started to tear a hole in the door big enough for my hand to fit threw so that I can unlock it from the inside. I called out to her while doing so.

After a few minutes, halfway into completing my hole, the whispering stopped and a loud scream followed after.

Me, terrified, fell on the floor, holding my knife tightly in my hand in case of protection.

Suddenly, the door of the bathroom unlocked, and a horrifying scene appeared before my eyes, shocking me to the core.

There she was, my sister, covered in dark red color of fresh blood, and behind her, a big pentagram drawn from the same blood as she was covered in, a few lit candles and I could make out a dead body in the middle of the pentagram.

She, like nothing had happened, started to talk.

"Sorry, big brother. I had important things to do, so I couldn't answer."

My mind went blank.

"Oh by the way, welcome home! I'm hungry, do we have anything to eat?"