story~!

This is what i wrote for my short-story writing... it is supposed to be under 600words but i ended up writing almost 1k- -... too bad~ dun expect too much from it cuz english is my worst subject and this is just a draft written in impromptu!

Bloody Christmas

Hiding behind the door, I watched as the vice-chairman of the wood-importing company, the ‘Greenwood Cooperation’ went into the room. Just as he entered, his face was clearly twisted with disgust by the scene of the chairman’s lifeless body in front of him before breaking into hysterical scream. I grinned in satisfaction before fading away, out of the building…

Let me introduce myself. My name is Night Wisher. I used to be like a normal teenager who had a warm family and led a comfortable life. Everything was ruined on that fateful day when my father who was at that time the chairman of the Greenwood Cooperation was swindled and fell into the state of bankruptcy by a swindler who now took over my father’s position as the chairman. My father’s assistance, the vice-chairman, knew all about this but chose to keep it silent as he feared that the current chairman might force him out of his job.

Soon after, out of desperation, my father shot himself to death. My beloved mother followed him a year after, leaving me with my older twin brother, Day, to survive in this cruel word by ourselves. In order for me to be able to go to school, Day dropped off to find a job to cover the expenses of my education. Ironically, he chose to work in that company that used to be belonged to our father, reasoning that there might be a chance for us to have our revenge.

An hour ago, I was hiding in the chairman’s room. I managed to sneak in by disguising as Day in his Santa Clause suit. Day himself was distributing the promoting gifts of the company, a small hand-knife with a wooden handler in a wooden box with a word ‘Merry Christmas’ crafted on it nicely, at the town square.

It was Christmas and the chairman had announced a half-day-work. This left the chairman alone in the building at evening as he stayed back to complete a funding project for the company. It was such a perfect chance to get our revenge.

As he entered the room, blood inside me was raging with anger and excitement. I stealthily approached him from behind before pinning him onto the ground and shutting his mouth up with a piece of cloth. He struggled hard frantically, but to no avail. I took out the hand-knife that had been given out by the company. I knelt down beside him, playing with the knife in my hand as he watched in horror and despair. I gave him a wide ominous grin before finishing up my job…

Just like what the plan, the fake letter that I send to the vice-chairman pretending to be the chairman to lure him out worked well. After I wiped off all the bloody on the knife, I put it back neatly into the box that came along with it before sliding it into my pocket and hid behind the door just before my lovely guinea pig stepped into the room. The sight of the chairman tied up in a position as if he was pleading for mercy with his eyes and tongue extracted sent the vice-chairman into incoherent screaming.

Some time later, I was running through the crowd to the square where my brother was suppose to be. At this point of time, I had already changed back into my own casual clothing. I craned my neck around and found Day still on his job. He noticed my and beckoned there. I passed him the box that contained the ‘weapon of crime’ under that thick and long sleeve that Day was wearing which he later mix it with the other boxes and distributed it away.

Just when I was about to leave, the siren ,which often came along with bad news, echoed from a distance. It was an ambulance. Day and I looked at each other and chortled. After recovering from that, I waved at him before disappearing into the crowd and headed straight home.

When Day got home that evening, I was running my fingers deftly through the keys on the piano. It was the only thing our father left for us along with this house. My recital overwhelmed the entire house, filling every corner with life. It was a heart-striking song which I played on every of our parents’ death anniversaries.

As I finished with the final note of the song, I turned back and faced my brother. He gave me a warm smile and returned into his room without saying a word. I followed him in. He took out an elegant diary from his table. It was silver and red in colour and has a keyhole on the cover. Day took out an ancient-looking key from his necklace which he always wears it around and unlocked the diary with it. He gingerly opened it as though it was very fragile and delicate. He flipped through the pages and stopped at one of them. He started writing a new entry. It read:

“Dear Father,

We have finally avenged for you, mother, and our family. The sinner that had ruined our family had received his judgment and not to mention about that selfish fellow who refused to tell the truth for his own sake had had what he deserved. Thanks to them, we have realized the cruelty of this world and understand what was human nature really was like and their true colours.

Please help us to tell mother how much we loved her. We really missed you two, for you are beloved to us. Good night, our dearest father.

With love,

Day & Night"