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i watch my brother walk in slowly holding something behind his back, i notice the reflection of the moon glinting off the metal i notice its the butcher knife my mother used to cut meat with, it always made me sick the sight of blood same with the blood. my brother walks up to my parents slowly lifting the blade, he whispers something i dont understand. I kepp watchin noticing that his hands are shaking with terrible force.....