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Narrative Biography of a Teenage Assassin

By: marylee
folder Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating: Adult +
Chapters: 3
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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what changed me



I was so scared. That’s when my mom came and said “Oni we need to talk.” That’s when she told me that my beloved brother was in the hospital. I started to cry and my mother joined me. After that every day I would visit him. I would bring him toys and we would play for hours, but that soon had to stop because his illness got worse.

I remember one day when I went to see him. We were playing poker, his favorite, when suddenly he told me “ sis.,” in a serious tone. “ya, what is it this time” I relayed rudely but to make it sound as a joke “do you think there is a heaven?” “I don’t know, I mean there are a lot of places people can go when their dead, like the after life , or turn into a ghost. I would rather go into the after life” “ what would you turn into” “probably a tiger. What would you want to do” a complete silence broke out till he started “I think I would turn into …..a…a…a…… bunny because they r so cute and cuddly.” All I could do by hearing that was laugh, but then he got red and mad and then started to laugh with me, but it was to much and he started to cough really bad. I yelled for help so loud the nurse came in faster then a mouse. Then the doctors came, pushed me out, telling me I should go, and that he was going to be fine, but needed some rest.


Then one day the same thing happen, I went to the hospital strait from school. Went into his room and he was gone. I asked the nurse were he was but he said he had orders from my parents not to tell me and to go home.



When I got home mom was crying in the front living room next to the door. My dad was on the phone but saw me walk in and hung up. “Mom what’s happening.” I remember saying. “ they did the best they could but..” she gasped. I didn’t even want to hear it and ran off into his room and locked the door. That hole night I stayed in there crying on his pillow and hugging his favorite teddy bear. That’s when my life changed I changed. My brother died. At his funeral I whispered a promised I still don’t remember what, but I know I did. About a week later I broke down.

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