There was one present under the tree. I bet no one noticed who it was for. I was probably the only one to notice who was missing and why.
Two families, including mine, will have one family member missing this Christmas… and the next Christmas, and so on. I’m the only person alive who knows what happened to them.
I know because I took part in their deaths. I’m afraid. I’m sad. I’m nervous. I’m guilty.
My aunt,his mom,didn’t notice that he’s been gone for two and a half weeks.
It’s not my fault that he asked me to kill him. And she asked me to kill her two weeks after he died too. He didnt commit suicide because he promised her he wouldnt. She didnt because she wanted to follow his choices. It’s my fault that I auctaully did what they asked, but they would’ve asked someone else anyway if I turned them down.Next week, I plan to run away without telling anyone what happened.
Yes, they asked me for their deaths… literally. Yes, I feel horrible for what I have done.Yes, I miss them.Yes, I am their murderer.