Fiction: I have seen death

in OCD3 years ago (edited)

“I know how death looks”

Still locked up in the darkroom, The 10 years old me flashed back to the day happiness eluded me. Mom was stabbed in the neck by one of the robbers as she tried to halt them from raping me that fateful Tuesday night. I rushed her to the nearest hospital and called my only brother who lived in a nearby town, On his way to join us in the hospital, he had an accident that decapitated him and his remains were brought to the same hospital. On seeing his blood-spattered corpse, I lost awareness. After 18 days of coma, I woke up to the grave of my mom and my only brother. Afterwards, I started staying with my aunt who crafted my body with well-boiled water this evening because her baby's water flask slipped off my hand and crashed, called me a witch and locked me in this room to die off. Now I know how death looks, I'm ready for it though.
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