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Mad Man Period 5

I saw him wandering on the side of the road probably walking home. He looked lost; lost in his thoughts. I knew his mind had been troubled lately. He would continuously stare out of the murky window in our small dark house. My brother. It wasnt his fault he was born mad. Matter of fact it was probably mine. Being an infant I was as mad as he is now. When he was in our mothers womb I grabbed a hammer wondering what new toy I had discovered. Unfortunately for him our mother was beside me. Acting out of curiosity I smacked the hammer against our mothers stomach. She let out a gasp and dropped her recently made cup of tea onto the floor. The glass shattered making the shards dance around the tea on the floor. She was immediately rushed to the hospital by our father as I was left to a beating from our aunt. Luckily my brother did not die. He did however have a severe dent to the head. As I grew older I became plagued with guilt of his insanity. He was continuously isolated and mocked, all because of me. Just yesterday he was sitting alone and I would hear him say Kill me now, please. I dont want this life anymore. He then looked me with his pleading green eyes. Please brother. I shook my head and left the room. Now I was approaching him in my car. I thought about it for a second. Then, I sped toward him. Faster and faster. Until his body collided with my bumper. He was sent through the air a look of pain in his eyes but at the same time there was something else, freedom. I didnt stop. I headed straight toward the spot where he would land and just as he did, I crushed him with my tires. I tried to ignore the sound of bones shattering. Then, I kept driving. I didnt stop, couldnt stop. I had to escape the scene that was behind. Not only that but the authorities too. Everyone who had thought the mad man was alone before, would now see the truth. Because, no one knows that a mad man has relations until his corps is found by the roadside. But now the witnesses of this homicide would spread the word that it was the mad mans brother who had kindly put him out of his misery. I was his relations.

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Mad Man Period 5

It had started to rain but I kept driving. The farther I drove the harder it would rain. It was if they were trying to resemble the waterfall that was coming from my eyes. The asphalt shined and reflected back to me, my head lights, and my thoughts. The rain, heavy as granite, bounced off my wind shield keeping to a beat like a metronome. My shoulders were heavy with the weight of my thoughts and my lips were thirsty from the salt of the sweat and tears that had cascaded off my forehead. I needed to pull over and get myself together. Like a puppet that had lost his strings I was dazed and confused. My chest hurt from the pounding of my heart. He was lying somewhere in the mud now. His corpse. His eyes would now be hollow, never again betraying the sadness and longing for compassion he used to have. His mouth would be carved into a perm anent smile, never again portraying the frown that would haunt his face. He had never even seen it coming, his words were a portent of what had occurred to him; he asked me to do so. The worms probably got to him now but, even they wouldn't want a taste of his eviscerated brain and innards. He never knew I would be the one to set him free. I still cant help for wondering if I had made the right choice. But, the look in his eyes when I hit him was one of freedom and happiness. I hope he was happy wherever he was.