If Only. M.C.

The Cooper family. The best family in town. The family way always happy. The family with the brown eyes and dark hair who never fought.No problems. No secrets. Nothing. Right?

“Charlie! Get out of my room!” Yelled Mary, the middle child. She had the worst relationship with all of them. Even her parents. She just couldn’t wait the day to leave that house. Those people. And she would do what ever it was required to just not have a single fight.With her brothers, or parents, or friends, or anyone. She would do anything for peace. Anything. “You are so annoying!!” Charlie just look at her. Than, with his favorite toys, started jumping on her bed. “C’mon! Mom! Charlie is-” she was cited be her older brother, Leo. “Shut up.” He said. And than. They started arguing. Yes. It was true. They were siblings. But they acted like total strangers to each other. After all, how could they talk to such an annoying person? Their parents though. We’re tired of all this. They just wanted to go home one day knowing that their kids would be happy. But no, that day never came. Until, one night, as the leaves sang with the wind, Charlie woke up. He knew something was weird in the house. His parents weren’t home yet, and that was not normal. He went downstairs to get water. But his destiny wasn’t so happy. Without warning, he got stabbed in the back. Blood running in the carpet. Making his small body as bloody as it could be. The bright red blood leaving his body, the murder took the knife and lick it. The blood of a person like him was the best thing the murder could imagine. The singing leaves stoped for a brief moment. They were admiring how the murders could have killed a child. Then, the sky cried. Loud raining drops sounds as the murder fled the scene. In the morning. Leo was the first one to see the body of his young brother. He had no problems with him. But family never made those two close. He called the police and the investigation started. Some said it was an assassin others say it was a family member. But why would anyone would want to hurt a helpless child? They didn’t think much of it, until their parents got arrested for murder. They were the prime suspects, and everything pointed at them. Life changed after that. Mary moved out but Leo stayed at the old house. And just after some days, Leo received the news that his parents had died. They were killed. They were innocent. But the assassin found them. Leaving behind a note. A bloody note. Making all the stains in the jail floor out of blood, and making the little almost invisible not drown on that pool of blood. He was alone. His sister had left. His parents died. Alone. Only him and Charlie’s soul. The one telling him since the beginning who the killer was but he was too dumb to listen. To pay attention. To think. To look for answers. To do anything. His house seemed to grow bigger each day. Making him stop looking for reason. Making him stop caring. Making him forget. But a little black dot still wondered around his mind. Who was the killer? Why Charlie? And who was the next person?

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Leo had grown. Time had passed. It had been 6 years since Charlie died. Since his parents went to jail. Since his sister left. Since he was left alone. He would wondered around the untouched rooms once in a while but never move or touch anything. But one day he found a note sticking out of Mary’s cabinet. He read the note. It was a code. A number code. To the computer in the attic. He went there and tried to make it work. He had not touched that computer since Charlie was born. 12 years without even seeing it. He typed the numbers and got in. But what he saw, was not what he wanted. He saw files about murders. About missing people. All connected to the same person. And the last victim was Charlie. Then, he saw the journal of the murder. A beautiful leather notebook. All pages beautifully written and drawn and detailed about how the murder killed every single person. Every one of them. But the hand writing seemed familiar. He called the police and started to speak. “Hi. This is Leo Cooper. I think I found out who actually killed my brother. My parents are-” done. The call ended. His body fell to the ground as the knife got out of him leaving stains of blood everywhere. She looked at the knife. She lick it. It was pure blood. Blood of an innocent person. But who cares? She made some smaller cuts and went of. It was done. Her identity was protected. The sky stopped. The night grew darker. The moon lighted the big wood house that had just been attacked. Leaves started singing. Wind started whistling. And everything seemed norma as she looked down at Leo’s dead body. “No more fights. No more arguments. Nothing. And all of this could be avoided if none of you had looked in my computer.”

As she escaped through the window, she made sure to leave a note. A Post It with the initials M.C. Then she fled the scene. That house had no more place for her. Not after what she had done. Not after the lies she had told. Mary Cooper was relieved. No one would know it was her. “If only they had forgotten about my computer.” She said as she with blood on her lips and her hands. Not hers. Never hers. But people who believe in her. People who where stupid enough to believe in her. Most people were from her family. As the skies sang in sadness, she smiled with pride. Her computer was way too important than to keep her family alive. Another dead person. Another body on her hands. More blood. More time in hell.