Lack of Attention

That was too much for him. He just couldn’t stand it anymore. His parents never paid him any attention and they certianly did not love him. They only loved his sister. However, things had not always been this way.

Tommy was 8 years old when this all happened. His parents always neglected him and always took care of Kate’s every need. Kate was Tommy’s younger sister, only 5 years old. At first, he only mocked and taunted her. That, however, only made his parents treat him even worser and made him hate his sister even more. Then, Tommy started giving her funny nicknames. This made him recieve his punishment from his parents : sleeping in the wardrobe for one week. Yes, his parents were a little crazy, and that’s exactly what Tommy inherited from them…

One day, in winter, Tommy went outside with his little sister. Their parents were too busy and they couldn’t keep an eye on the children. Tommy knew that. He made a very, very big snowball. Meanwhile, his sister was playing with some other girls. After making the snowball, Tommy went to his sister. His sister said : “Tommy, mommy said you shouldn’t play with snowballs.” “Who said I’m playing ? This is serious.” Tommy replied and, as he said that, he threw the snowball at his sister’s head. He hit her so hard that she fell and then started crying. Their parents heard Kate’s cries and rushed outside. When they saw that Kate was lying in the snow, they asked no questions; they immediatly realized Tommy was guilty for this. As I said before, his parents, like Tommy, were crazy. Tommy’s father went to him, pushed him and filled his mouth with snow. “Do you like this, bastard ?” Tommy’s father said to his son, as the other girls, which Kate had played with, were watching horrified. This did not make Tommy hate his parents, however. He thought they were acting like this because of his sister. SHE was guilty for THIS ! She had to leave; to vanish. Only thus would Tommy’s parents love Tommy again. Or, at least, that’s what Tommy thought. The single problem was that Tommy didn’t know how to make her simply vanish. He would soon learn that there was no way to do that. Tommy’s parents did not even allow Tommy to get close to Kate anymore. They would treat him like he was crazy. And God knows, he WAS crazy.

One time, in spring, Tommy woke up in the middle of the night. He had woken up because of a nightmare he have had. In that nightmare, his parents had beaten him because he had let a cockroach approach his sister… That nightmare really set young Tommy’s mind. He went to his sister’s room while she was sleeping and punched her so hard, that she lost several teeth. His sister immediatly started crying. Tommy hit her and hit her and hit her again. His parents, however, stopped him and beat the hell out of him. At school, Tommy looked terrible.

A few months later, one evening, Tommy was watching TV. He had seen a horror movie, in which a man had killed another man using a knife. He, as well, took a knife. His little sister was going to sleep right then. She would sleep no longer than a few minutes… Tommy went there with the knife in his hand. It was a kitchen knife, but it was sharp. Very sharp. He went to his sister’s room. She was sleeping. Tommy did not wait any longer. He stabbed her once. He stabbed her twice. Thrice. He stabbed her so many times that the walls became red with her blood. Tommy went to bed, pretending nothing ever happened. He thought all was going to change now. He thought his parents would love him now.

The next morning, Tommy’s mother went to Kate’s bedroom… What happened then is not important. What IS important is that Tommy was sent to an asylum. How all these influenced the media was very interesting. Of course, what Tommy did was on every newspaper’s first page. But, in the end, who was to blame ? The TV that Tommy watched ? Or how about the TV station where the horror movie was on ?

Tommy’s parents said just this : “We will not let him come back home. We will not allow him that. He is not our son. Our son is dead.”

By Sinder Velvin

I am a writer, altough I do other things as well. I don't really know what to say. I'm born on 24 March 1978. I have decided to write short stories for this website, to see if I'm any good...