hi... i just made a very very short story.... Enjoy
note: I hope you can guess the reason of my title
There was this boy named Randell who loves to play bubbles every morning at the back of the Dela Cruz Residence, Randell loves to pop bubbles without letting it rise through the mid air. Randell was a lovely eight year old boy who happened to have a big happy family. They’re rich and wealthy when it comes to love and sharing for each other. At a very young age, Randell learned to understand the rule of life. First is to live happily. Second is to love anyone, even your worst enemy. And third, accept that life is limited. Randell has had a big dream of becoming a doctor. He used to play with his brother with his toy microscope and plastic human body parts. His playmates used to act like any other kid in which, Randell was inversely proportional to them. Randell has this sense of maturity when it comes to learning. He’s a fast learner. Only that, he’s wicked when it comes to his toys and personal things such as his little doodle book.
Most of the time, Randell preferred to play alone, lock his self inside the library and laugh with himself as if he’s playing with someone else. His parents were worried for his condition. They brought him to so many doctors. But the findings are always normal. Randell appears normal, appears mentally fit. But not when he was at home. His family decided to move in another place for the sake of their son’s condition. But nothing changed. Instead, he’d gotten worse. He used to crumple every piece of book’s pages. He’s murmuring something his brother won’t understand. He blew his bubbles expressionless to pop every sphere wildly like a beast after then. His parents can’t control his actions. Until, one day. He’d gotten sick. His condition was undetectable, but his fever was rising drastically, and falling unfathomably. His condition wasn’t normal. The happy face of his childhood ever since he was born completely erased by something ever since he’d have those doodle booklet that even his parent’s couldn’t bare to see. His doodle book was filled with drawings of dead people. All of them were hanging by the trees with their neck, slit opened with barbed wire. And the shocking part was, the people in his doodle book bear their name. The last page freaked his mother out. it was a realistic face of a woman in drooping blood and decaying skin. her eyes were white with hellish veins of tiny red roots, staring uncomfortably to any person who dares to see it. Its bluish lips were smiling horribly like a dog lost its snout.
The father of Randell burned the doodling booklet at a nearby tree of their home. He’s sweating and feeling pain as he threw the pages one at a time, thinking about his son in the hospital who’s getting weak, and probably soon, will die as his doctor declared his comatose as irreversible. A moment later, he heard screams from the inside of his house. The sound of an agonizing shriek of woman and an intensified scream of the boys filled each and every corner of his ears. He rushed inside his house and found nothing but a piece of paper with a doodle writings, saying “I’ll Never Forget…”.
The father of Randell froze and stiffened from cold. His vision turned blurred, his breathing had gotten harder. He stumbled but managed to walk outside his house. The lake shone beautifully by the moon. His vision was clear as he stared by his reflection. After a minute, the water rippled. The figure of a woman his son had drawn appeared. It’s horribly moving. Randell’s father covered his ears as he’d heard a very long tune of peeping. His eyes closed, and moved his head sideward. As he opened his eyes, he saw his wife, and his children hanging by the tree. Their neck was slit opened with a wide smile. As he walked, gave a thrashing gesture and a very loud roar. Randell crossed his path with a large kitchen knife in his right arm. His face was now different. His face was twisted with fury and sorrow.
“You killed them?” The father of Randell said weakedly.
Randell stabbed his father rabidly and said,
“WHY DID YOU KILL MY MOTHER?”