Revenge Is Sweet

True Story By Fredrick Van Dam (tis a girl)

My brother has always made fun of me. Says, I don't see the truth. You are blind, he says. I wonder the time to show him. I lie awake every night, and think of every possible way to kill him. I haven't thought of a really thing that will deserve him. Perhaps maybe peeling off his skin, will show him, but maybe its more of a true gruesome fact. He makes fun of me ever so much.

I'm going insane

Trapped, in this black box, hearing forever his taunting cries.

I cannot go on like this any longer.'

But what? can I do?

Its a simple question, that makes my burden more terrible to bear.

Every howl that escapes from his mouth, is enough to make me cry in pain..

Cry. Cry.

MY mother, he killed, my father he killed, will he kill me too? So many scars, from each time he hit me. ALl those things I remember very clearly. I wish we could get along. Perhaps peeling of his skin I know, will show him. Making him into a fur coat for winter will show him. But, all those things, I have thought of. Could even just kill him. Yet, why can't I have the courage to do so? I'm afraid. SO very afraid. Why? A simple question runs through my mind. I remember the thing my mother used to say. "Revenge is sweet, but it's not the only way."

So hard I try, to find, the other way. Yet, its never there. When will it be? SHall I try? TO make friends with him? Will it work?

"Is it so hard," I ask, "to become friends?" Expecting yet another taunt, I get a different answer. "No," he says. "But it is, if we want it so." "I dont want it so!" I cry. "You made it that way," He says. We embrace.

Now I know the truth, which I had been pushing away so long. My dear mother, my father, killed? No. Died, it was their own fault. An escape. Why? Why would they do such things? But I understand. He helps me understand.

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Three cheers for Fredrick!! ExcELLENT STORIE!!