It was February 2007 ten years ago, Sunday afternoon. Mother was making lunch as she usually did Martha was playing in the grass as she did.
You see Martha was "special" as mother always said, she was different. Brian hated her, he blamed her for father, he looked at her with disgust wondering how someone could be so helpless. He hated the attention she got from mother. It was always Martha needs this and Martha needs that. Brian on the other hand had to care for him self.
One day they came home, Martha had just been rejected by another special school, mother was crying, money had become an issue, they couldn't afford to pay for special schools again or nannys or doctors, mother had to get a job, Brian couldn't get toys anymore, there were no Christmas mornings and the poor thing did not even know it. She was always happy, always running around and laughing. That day after dinner Brian sat at the window and watched his father go to the car lock it and shoot himself in the head still Martha was the happiest little child in the entire world.
Mother got a second job then a third then came the drinking soon Brian had to care for Martha, everyday he watched her and thought to himself, how easy it would be to end all of it, how easy it would be to push her down the stairs or a little poison or even just beat the life out of her, the thought of her smiling face even in death made him sick. She loved him, always looking at him smiling, laughing, She liked to play with him. She trusted him, he knew that no matter how simple her mind was, whenever she looked at him she knew he was supposed to care for her.
That February afternoon. Mom called for lunch, Brian got Martha inside, that day there was something different about her, she wasn't smiling, she became more erratic, flinging toys around and screaming, mother began to cry and beg, Martha continued to scream. Then all of a sudden it stopped, the screaming then the tears and for the first time in years the house was silent. Martha lay there in her own blood. Brian and mother stood still looking at her the poor thing was smiling as she lay there. He had to do it, it was too much the screaming, the crying. It was too hard to watch. He knew if he did not end it then they would never be happy, and neither would Martha, so in a way he felt he did her a favor. Then mother took the bloody bat from his hand and held him. Then she smiled for the first time in years.
You see Martha was "special" as mother always said, she was different. Brian hated her, he blamed her for father, he looked at her with disgust wondering how someone could be so helpless. He hated the attention she got from mother. It was always Martha needs this and Martha needs that. Brian on the other hand had to care for him self.
One day they came home, Martha had just been rejected by another special school, mother was crying, money had become an issue, they couldn't afford to pay for special schools again or nannys or doctors, mother had to get a job, Brian couldn't get toys anymore, there were no Christmas mornings and the poor thing did not even know it. She was always happy, always running around and laughing. That day after dinner Brian sat at the window and watched his father go to the car lock it and shoot himself in the head still Martha was the happiest little child in the entire world.
Mother got a second job then a third then came the drinking soon Brian had to care for Martha, everyday he watched her and thought to himself, how easy it would be to end all of it, how easy it would be to push her down the stairs or a little poison or even just beat the life out of her, the thought of her smiling face even in death made him sick. She loved him, always looking at him smiling, laughing, She liked to play with him. She trusted him, he knew that no matter how simple her mind was, whenever she looked at him she knew he was supposed to care for her.
That February afternoon. Mom called for lunch, Brian got Martha inside, that day there was something different about her, she wasn't smiling, she became more erratic, flinging toys around and screaming, mother began to cry and beg, Martha continued to scream. Then all of a sudden it stopped, the screaming then the tears and for the first time in years the house was silent. Martha lay there in her own blood. Brian and mother stood still looking at her the poor thing was smiling as she lay there. He had to do it, it was too much the screaming, the crying. It was too hard to watch. He knew if he did not end it then they would never be happy, and neither would Martha, so in a way he felt he did her a favor. Then mother took the bloody bat from his hand and held him. Then she smiled for the first time in years.
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