"Oh, my stupid older brother!"

  Ronin snarls, plunging the knife

  even more deeply into my chest

  before pulling it out.

  He looks so madly sick,

  staring down at the silver

  looking and thick blade of

  the pocket knife with my

  remaining blood on it.

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  "My homework is almost complete."

  Ronin mumbles lowly, licking the

  knife of my blood clean.

  I slowly back away, trying to get

  away yet foreign and sheer pain

  hits me out of nowhere,

  causing me to fall to the

  ground on my very back.

  I stare up at the ceiling,

  Ronin comes into

  view

  hovering over me

  like a pesky little fly.

  Quick sadness, anger, and then

  confusion hits me before

  I close my eyes to

  darkness.