Peter grew up quickly. It only took him seven years to turn seven and start school. The only problem with him growing up is that he became jealous or envious of his syblings. He never told anyone why.
He would come into my room, look around it and leave again. One day, he just stood outside the door and threw something in. He then closed my door.
The thing was round, almost like a granade. It started to smoke. The smoke had a bad odour and just kept coming. I rushed to the door, but someone had locked me in. My window was stuck, it had been for a week. The gas filled the room suffocating me. The walls started to enlarge themselves, trying to give the smoke more room.
I screamed and shouted for help but my parents were still at work. Being left home alone has its downfalls. The room started to go dark. . .
I woke up in a bright room. Not a hospital or a wedding or something. I am dead, I died a tragic death but I'm alive enough to tell the tale.
My brother, Peter is a psychopath I'm sure of it. My parents need to be warned.
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