I am a killer...

That's the only way to describe me and the story of my life...

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10 years ago...

(Cl...clling..cllililling...) I pick up the fallen plate and put it back on the table. Placing my hands on my lap I stared at the full plated porridge. "Why aren't you eating?..." An older boy pours some milk in my glass. I ignore his question as usual. Hearing the sound of banging on the table perks my ears. "You ungrateful child!... Your brother is kind enough to pour you some milk and you dare deafen your ears...!" His wife comforted him while saying that I am not doing it on purpose. I am just "sick"... 

Yes, right... I am sick, to be honest. I can't walk and that pique their disgust towards me. Dad has to work harder for my medication, mom needs to work extra hard to take care of me. But my brother is different. He is perfect in all aspect. An elite student in school and home. Compare to me he is the shining sun and I am the murky shadow under it... It's just that, they are getting too much. I can't walk but they think I have mental health issues with how silent I am. Well, I guess I do...

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The sunlight shone under the fluffy cloudy brightens the whole area where a teen is admiring the sky beside a rode...

A girl in the botanic garden shop stares at the boy in a daze. "Is he alright...?" she runs out of the shop leaving behind a ring of a bell. She stops right in front of the disabled boy...

"Do you need a place to rest?" She smiles. A sweet smile that instantly caught his fragile heart. "Oh...sure, thanks" A

Aiden looks at her sideways and learns that she is going to push his wheelchair inside a flower shop. The flower shop is full of various types of flowers and seems to be taken well. At the front door, there is a big sign that says 'Flower Garden' attached to the wall. "Flower garden?" he questions the girl while they enter the shop. Sara chuckles, "This is what's left by my parents. They are not here anymore" her lips tilts a little bit from the memory of her parents...Aiden saw that he is on the wrong topic but he never consoled someone before so he just nods his head to indicate that he is sorry for her parents. "no...It's okay, they died a long time ago..."

A hot tea pours inside the teacups. Sara passes one to him and he took it in return. The two of them sit comfortably, enjoying each company... "How should I call you... mister...."

"Aiden... Just call me Aiden..." He bows his head maybe out of shyness or scared. "Alright... Aiden, do you need to go home now...?" Sara picks his cup and placed it back on the tray. It is getting late and she also needs to close her shop...

"AIDEN!..." He flinches upon hearing that voice. It is his brother's...

Sara opens the glass door and shouts for him to come..."He is in here!" She is excited to see that someone is coming to pick him up. She is afraid that the boy could be lost. Sara turns to him, expected for the boy to be happy but she is wrong. Aiden is trembling and begging for her to hide him. "What...what is wrong Ai..."

"There you are! I have been searching for long!" He pulls his wheelchair to exit the door but is stopped by the girl. "What is it...? I am just taking him back with me?"

"Who are you?" She asks suspiciously of his figure. Sara can tell that Aiden doesn't want to be with him. "I am his brother?" The man twists his eyes towards the boy. Maybe, she is wrong?