The Day I decided to kill my brother - first chapter
1249 days ago
day I decided to kill my brother.
my life is in that diary. I have kept one for as long as I can
remember and I have always kept them hidden well away from that
annoying brother of mine.For the last few years I have been putting
my innermost desires, secrets and feelings in there and their pretty
weird. Mum would freak if she read them, not that I did any of those
things mind you. Well not all of them.
just know it was my brother that read my diary. He will often sneak
into my room and go through my drawers. Especially my underwear
drawer. I think he is a bit wierd. I caught him coming out of my room
but he swears he had just used the bathroom and when I went into my
room there was my diary open on the desk. He now knew my most secret
desires and must die and that is why I am writing this before the
night nurse comes to put me on the bedpan.
first attempt was to poison him. Mum is a bit of a hypochondriac and
kept all sorts of pills both pharmaceutical and herbal. I made a list
of all of them and searched them out on the internet. I discovered
that the little pink ones could stop the heart if too many were
taken. It didn´t say how much so I took the whole bottle. The family
was having a barbeque that day with an aunt, uncle and cousins. I
crunched the pill up into a powder and poured it into a glass of
coke. I also poured out a glass for myself to allay any of his
was going well. We all gathered around the barbeque and little bro
was about to gulp down his coke when dad pulled his famous party
trick. He set the barbeque on fire. Everyone ran around in panic and
someone yelled at me to get a fire blanket, as if everyone has one of
these handy. I put my glass down and ran off to find one. Eventually
I came back with one but now they were all standing around the
burning steaks, sausages and rissoles, drinking beer and eating
Kentucky Fried from a Family Sized Bucket my uncle had brought with
him. He had been to dads barbeques before.
noticed evil little bro had picked up his coke and gulped it down and
in a gesture of triumph, I gulped mine down and waited. I waited
impatiently for bro to drop dead and my secrets would be safe.
Unfortunately evil little bro didnt drop dead instead what felt like
a nuclear explosion erupted in my intestines and I spewed forth like
Mt Vesuvius from both ends and just before I passed out I noticed
evil bro laughing hysterically. I woke up in the ambulance with mum
hovering over me.
made you take this stuff, Olivia.?" She asked shoving the empty
pill bottle in my face.Desperate, and not wanting to confess to
attempted murder, I said I tried to kill myself. Mum didn´t blink an
eyelid. Instead she said" Well you want to try something more
effective than a bottle of herbal laxatives". To be fair she did
organize some therapy for me.
next attempt involved an accomplice. I told my best friend my problem
although I decided I better not tell her about the attempted murder.
Her reply suprised me.
thats easy" she said, "my little sister will do it for you.
She is always doing evil things like that".
murdering people" I asked astounded.
no but she pulls wings of dragonflies. She threw the goldfish onto
the carpet in front of the cat and stuck a firework up the backside
of a stray cat. Im sure if you gave her your Barbie Doll collection
she would kill your brother".
it may seem a bit odd for a fifteen year old girl to have a Barbie
Doll collection but mine was the most perfect and complete one in the
city. Girls and quite a few grownups desired it. I decided my secrets
were worth more than the collection so I agreed.
luck would have it Emily, my friends evil little sister, was in the
same class as my evil little bro and the class was going on a nature
walk as a school project. It took them a short distance along a cliff
side track. Normally this is quite safe as it is well fenced in but
there is one section where the fence was broken and lay flat on the
ground. Emily´s plan was to push bro through the gap and over the
cliff to his doom. It was a brilliant plan verging on genius. For the
cost of a couple of my barbies, which I had to pay in advance by the
way, Emily got a friend to chase her at high speed along the footpath
just as little bro got to the gap then she would stumble against him
propelling him over the edge. It would look like a tragic accident.
It didn´t turn out that way though. Emily ran up the footpath at the
speed of a racehorse. Just at the critical moment her foot hit a
stone and she cried out. Evil little bro turned and stepped aside.
Emily´s momentum was that great she couldn´t stop and went clear over
the edge. She ended up in in hospital with a broken leg, broken arm,
cracked ribs and a fractured skull. Could have been worse I suppose.
Feeling bad about this I suggested to my friend I go visit her in
hospital. Not a good idea ,she said, the only reason she did´nt have
a contract out on you was because she had no money and I should avoid
her when she gets out of hospital as much as possible. Especially if
she has a fire cracker in her hand.
was some time before the next opportunity presented itself. ELB (Evil
little bro) loved his mountain bike but he was useless with it. He
would often come off whenever he went over a speed bump, could barely
keep up with the others and always sliding off when he hit a puddle.
He was always getting scrapes and bruises but he loved it. I think
he´s a masochist.
club he was in decided to enter a state wide championship with a team
of six. However one of the team came down with chickenpox and you
must have a team of six so because of such short notice they selected
ELB. Frankly ELB was so bad at mountain biking that he would probably
kill himself anyway but I decided to give him a helping hand.
course he was riding on was over a kilometre long with plenty of
dips, curves, puddles and obstacles. The main one, the killer one,
was a huge hill which dropped steeply into a deep dip then rose
sharply so that when a bike came down the hill it would enter the dip
then shoot upwards. It you come down too slowly you end up in the
pond on the other side of the ridge. If you come down at the right
speed you land on the track and veer sharply to the right. If you
come down the hill to fast, well nobody really knew.
decided to cut his rear brake cable with my nail file. Which I did,
quite neatly actually. I left his front brake alone figuring that if
his rear brake fails and he aplied his front brake he will fly over
the handle bars and break his neck.
whole family arrived at the meeting. Mum constantly pleaded with ELB
to give this madness up and dad who was as big a klutz as ELB tripped
over the mountain bike and had to be attended to by the ambulance
people. When it was ELB´S turn to race he stunned me. The little
bugger must have been practicing. He shot out of the starting line
like a rocket, skated round the bends, shot through the puddles and
handled all the jumps with skill and accuracy. In spite of myself I
couldn´t help feeling a little proud of him. Then came Death Hill.
ELB was in the first five. They all reached the top of the hill
together and started down. This must have been the point where the
cable broke because he suddenly shot out in front of the others. Soon
he was screaming down the hill but he didn´t touch the front brakes
and stayed on the bike. The crowd went quiet. He had left the others
way behind. Down the hill he flew and hit the dip. Up the other side
of the dip he went then left the earth. Up and up he went but still
kept a forward momentum. Slowly he started to spin upside down. Not
just once but twice. The entire crowd went totally silent. Down he
came right side up and his wheels hit the ground. By now most of his
forward momentum was gone and he swung the bike round the bend. The
entire two thousand strong crowd went wild with cheering and
shouting. I tell you there is no justice in the world.
decided it was time to take more direct action and it involved dad
and his fishing hobby. Dad was an avid deep sea fishing amateur and
very good at it. He was constantly on ELB´s back to come out with
him but ELB hated fishing. The plan was to get ELB to go with dad and
I would go along for moral support, and put the bait on the hook. Dad
always makes us wear life jackets and the ones he uses are the self
inflatable ones. What I planned to do was sabotage his life jacket
making sure to mark mine so they dont get mixed up then push him
overboard while dad was intent on piloting the boat. If dad asked
where he was I would just say he had gone to the toilet. By the time
dad discovers he´s missing we will be long gone.
went according to plan and I was just waiting for the right moment.
The seas were a bit rough and that suited my plan because I could
blame a large wave for washing him overboard which in fact is what
happened except it wasn´t ELB that went overboard but me. I wasn´t
paying attention and I was watching what I thought was a fish in the
water next thing I know I am in the water. I didn´t panic though. I
just pulled the release valve to inflate the jacket but nothing
happened. It was faulty. Now I panicked because I can´t swim and down
came to sputtering sea-water from my lungs and dad pounding on my
chest. I had bruises for days after. It appears that nobody noticed I
was gone, ironically, but as soon as dad did he swung around and went
back over the same course. ELB finally spotted me surfacing for the
last time as I went down. Stripping his life jacket off and tying a
rope round his waist he dived in and caught me. Dad pulled us both
back to the boat. ELB had saved me. The little bugger sure knows how
to complicate things.
was super nice to me for a couple of weeks but I could see through
his evil plan and I resolved to try once more. ELB and I went to the
same school. Each year the school selected several pupils from each
grade to take part and organize a school play. This highly
irritating activity occurred because a rich ex-pupil funded and had
built a fully functional theatre for the school.It just so happened
my brother and I were both involved in this years production. It was
something written by some guy called Shake Spears or something like
that. It was about some guy that was stabbed in the back by a friend
and said "You to Doofus".
ELB was to be dressed up in a bed sheet as something called a senator
, whatever that was , and all he needed to do was just stand there. I
was just a lowly stage hand. After a while I noticed that he was
standing under this huge gantry. A sort of scaffold thing that held
stage lights, special effects equipment and other very heavy looking
things that nobody ever used. It was held up with a system of pulleys
and ropes the end of which was tied to a hook in a dark corner at the
rear of the stage. It was used to raise or lower the gantry.
idea began to form in my mind but how to cut the rope without anyone
linking me with it. I hit upon the idea of using acid to eat through
the rope. I carefully siphoned some battery acid from one of dads old
batteries and tried a few experiments and discovered how long it
would take to eat through. I waited till the day of the show poured
the acid onto the rope at just the right time. ELB took his place on
the stage and I waited but something didnt appear right. ELB looked
smaller than usual then to my horror I spotted ELB standing in the
other wing. He had had a bout of the runs and they used a stand in, a
younger boy from an earlier grade. Now I might be a murderer but I
dont kill innocent people. I leaped out onto the stage and pushed the
little boy out the way just in time for the entire gantry to crash
down on top of me.
I wont go into the gory details but now I am in hospital with a huge
gash in my forehead which will leave a nasty scar, two broken legs,
broken collar bones and a broken arm not to mention the numerous cuts
and bruises caused by flying glass and metal but at least they all
think I am a heroine. However it was good old mum who figured it all
out. You see it was her that was going through my underwear drawer. I
have a habit of putting my dirty underwear back in my drawer and I
fogot that mum goes through it regularly to retrive said items and
it was her that read my diary. She said not to worry about it. She
had those desires herelf at my age although she did note that a
couple of them were brand new to her. She also figured out I had
stopped taking my medication. At first I denied it then she reminded
me what happened last time. I became convinced dad was a vampire and
I would have put a stake through his heart except mum woke up in
time. Now I take my pills.
and by the way my dear little brother brought me the biggest bunch of
flowers and a get well card. Isnt he just the dearest thing.