Psycho
Twelve midnight, I was having severe attacks of my stomach conditions, high fever and in a middle of a critical condition. I have no plans on going to the hospital because I was too lazy to move, my throat was soaring painfully, and my head was totally aching.
But I still manage to talk to my little brother lying beside me, making sure I wasn’t going away and I was still breathing.
“If I die, can you do me a favor?” I asked him.
“Yeah, okay.”
“You have to chop each of my fingers and toes, and tie a red ribbon into each of it. Give it to each of my friends and our family, Lucy, Jean, Hya, Jolly, JL, you know them” I told him “so, now, you have to sell both of my legs to the black market, and the money you get, you should buy two grim reaper costume, and wear it in my funeral with Lucy”
“Why?” He curiously asked wondering what’s so significant about wearing that costume.
“Nothing, just wear it, stay in one corner of the room” I answered “Before the funeral, ask for my two kidneys and my heart, donate it, and chop off my head.”
“Your head?”
“Yes, my head, place it under a glass container and display it inside my room or our living room, place red roses and don’t replace those roses, even if they wither, until I am 18. Hear me? 18.”
“Okay.”
“So, do everything as I say ok?”
“Okay”, he answered half-asleep, doing his best not to close his eyes.
Then, the room went silent, the aircondition is the only thing that made a noise. It become colder by every passing minute, and no matter what I do, even if my body was soaring and aching so bad, my body still didn’t feel like sleeping. It was like a silent killer in me, making me feel all the pain inside me.
Out of the blue, my brother moved facing towards the door and muttered,
“You’re a Psychopath” he said.
“I know, I know” I said agreeing to his comment. I just kissed his forehead good night.















