Rosalie and the remote

R0salie and the Remote

A day as beautiful as any other. Rosalie walked out of her house, into the backyard and smiled. She stretched out her beautifully long hands as if inviting the sun for the warmest of hugs. She took in a deep breath and let out a little giggle. It was only her that day.

'Good morning, sunshine' The old lady from next door yelled out to Rosalie in her shaky voice

'Good morning, Mrs. Montgomery. Isn't it such a beautiful day?'

'Yes, my love, it is! Pray, where is your family?'

'They aren't around. I've to get going. Have a nice day!'

Rosalie was going to do all possible things to avoid questions on whereabouts of her family. She went inside the house. Her brother's dead body lying on the sofa. He really shouldn't have fought for the remote last night. Why did mother have to be on his side like all the time? Why did father try to slap when there was an argument with mother? She really didn't like this daily routine. She did what any normal teenager would do. She went to the kitchen, open the drawers and brought out a knife. 

She stuck it into her brother's neck first - the bugger numbed her mind. She then went for the mother, who was sitting on the couch right next to him. Panicked, she stood up and before she could yell, the knife went through her heart and she collapsed. Her father came out in the living room tucking his shirt in. He looked up and started saying, 'Where is your moth...' the knife that killed the rest of his kin went through the stomach he'd just emptied. 

Rosalie reenacted the entire scene as though it was a choreographed action routine. Across the glass, a man and a woman looked at Rosalie in her white uniform, in the white room.

The concerned woman who looked so much like Rosalie asked, 'Will she ever get better?'

'No, the wound on her head is very deep. Your daughter's hallucinatory amnesia only seems to be getting stronger. But we're trying'
'Oh, it was only a TV remote,' said her mother and walked out of California Rehabilitation and Brain Research Center.

-End-

Note - There's no such thing as Hallucinatory Amnesia. Atleast I don't think so. Google :P

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