Birthdays. Such an odd celebration really. A special time once a year celebrating.... celebrating what? Being one year closer to death? The Earth surviving another revolution around the sun? Not really something to celebrate. Oh well. I guess I'll take my cake and damn presents.

I hate their presents. Those worthless possessions of pointless use. Why do mom and dad have to insist on giving me such childish toys? What possible entertainment could I get from action figures and a bicycle? I wish they would give me a real toy. Something I really could have fun with. But what could they get me? A gun. A gun would be nice.

But no. I had to get that on my own. Arrange a play-date with Tyrone. Steal his dad's pistol. They don't even know what's hidden under their own bed.

There are advantages to being five years old though. You can get away with anything really. I'm sorry mommy; I didn't mean to drop my sister on her face. I didn't mean to stab you with the pin daddy. I didn't know that you're not supposed to put Tabasco in Julia's milk.

Well let's go down and see what Mom and Dad are doing to celebrate this meaningless day. I walk down the stairs and look around in the kitchen. What? Nothing; no one's here. That's not normal. Even my idiot parents couldn't forget this day. Maybe they're still sleeping.

I go to my parent's room; the door is closed. They might be having sex but who cares. Give their hearts a little jump. Maybe I'll be able to actually see some real sex for once. I'll finally get to analyze the real thing instead of cautiously hiding under the bed watching Dad jack to Internet porn. It always seemed such an odd act. And the faces they made while doing it. So laughable.

I open the door. My dad's sitting there. Staring at the floor in between his feet. Slowly, he looks up. "Happy birthday," he says sardonically. "Where's mom?" I ask. "She's out doing some last minute birthday shopping. Getting you some presents and a cake," he replies in mirth. "She always waits to the last minute. Never prepared for anything. I, on the other hand, already have your Birthday present ready for you." There's a bulge in his pants now. An erection from what I can tell. Maybe he knows about my interest in intercourse. Hired a hooker to show me.

He runs to me and grabs me. I'm not afraid, I finally get to see sex for real. He puts my arms behind my back and ties them. He just must not want me to interfere with his fun. I'm fine with that. He turns me on my stomach, puts me into the fetal position. He rips my pants off of me. Something's not right. Why would he do that?

"I've got your birthday present right now." He starts to snicker. Slowly, he unzips his pants, revealing his bulging penis. It's prominent veins embossed on the surface. He turns on the stereo loud. He walks over to me and gets down on his knees. He kneels on the ground and forces me into the position.

Then, he shoves it in me. No lube or anything. He didn't even wait for the anus to slowly stretch itself out. The pain, it burns. I can feel his massive meat inside of me. Going in and out burning my butt. I scream but no one hears. The stereo is too loud. His large penis is going to rip my ass in half. It seems to go on a lifetime. My anus burns with a passion. The pain is going to tear me apart. My face is being pushed into the ground with the power of his pumps. I turn my head the other way. I see it. The pistol. If only I could reach it. But my hands are tied. Then I feel it. His hot orgasm in my anus. I can feel his hot fluid penetrating into my ass burning its insides.

"Happy birthday Jimmy," he says with a chuckle. "Now don't tell anyone what happened today or I will kill you son. If I find out you told anyone about this I will make sure you have the most painful death imaginable." Don't worry father. In a few minutes you'll be too dead to care. He stands there for a moment, and then unties my hands.

I let them fall to the floor. Can't let him get suspicious. He walks to the bathroom to clean up. As soon as he's out of sight I grab the pistol and a pillow from the bed and wait outside the doorway to the bathroom, clinging to the wall. He walks out. I trip him and he falls. Quickly I run to his head. I hold the pillow tight to his head and shoot him through it. He's dead. I killed him fairly quietly. With the stereo still blazing I'm sure no one heard it. I grab another pillow and head out to the hallway.

Now's my chance. I've been waiting for months since I got this gun to kill Julia, waiting for the perfect moment. This is the time, the perfect moment to kill her. She's always crying for food, or a diaper change. Always wanting attention. My parents never cared about me; never noticed my brilliance. Finally my parents will be able to realize how intelligent I am instead of how small my body is. Sure, dad is dead, but maybe mom will respect me now. I walk up to her room and stand next to her crib. "Goodbye Julia," I say.

She's dead now. Finally Mom will be able to see me for who I am. I'll get the respect I earn now.

"Honey, I'm home," Mom says. She's home. She'll see what I've done and recognize me for who I am. "Honey? Are you there." She's heading for their room. "Jesus Christ!" She's seen it. In some time she'll see what I did. She'll understand everything and we'll be happy now. "Mommy? I'm in here," I call for her. "Just minute Jimmy, I'm a lit-little busy."

I will not be delayed in my moment of glory now. "Mommy! Look at Julia," I call for her. I hear here running here. She's afraid of what might have happened. She gets to the doorway and freezes. "Oh my God!" She's seen it. I have the gun in my hands. Julia's dead. She'll love me now. We can be happy together. "What have you done Jimmy!" She exclaims. "I've gotten rid of the distractions mother. We can be happy now."

"You've killed your father and Julia! Oh God!" She's crying now, weeping. Why is she so sad? Isn't this a good thing? "Look at what you've done Jimmy! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE!"

I look at the room. Julia's skull is half missing. Blood is spattered through the whole room, bone shards embedded in the walls and furniture. Blood forming a large stain in the floor, slowly growing bigger and bigger. Gore is everywhere. Oh God. I've killed my sister. And my father too. How could I do such a thing? How could I be so evil? Oh God. Oh God No. Why? Why did this have to happen? I can't go on living anymore. Oh God.

I raise the gun to my head. I feel the cold metal on my temple. Goodbye world.

*BANG*

: XP

: lol

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Just reposting this for my convenience.