Getting Mistreated

It was a stormy night and tropical was in his room playing with his brothers toy. Tropical was happy and felt safe in his room because its the only place he could be alone without being yelled at. Suddenly his brother came in the room and told tropical to give him his toy back. Tropical quickly replied
''No i never get to play because i don't have any toys and all i do is clean the house.''

Tropical's brother quickly screamed out for his mom. Suddenly there mom came in and she was in a bad mood as always. Tropical's mom came in and started yelling at tropical.
''Tropical! give your brother his toy back now.''

Tropical answered his mother with a soft voice as if he was scared of her.
''No i never get to play please mother.''
Tropical looked at the floor because he didn't want to make eye contact with his mom. His mother looked furious when Tropical refused to obey her.

Tropical's mother raised her hoove up in the air and slapped Tropical in the face as she screamed.
''I said give your brother his toy back!''

Tropical gave the toy back to his brother and he stayed on the floor crying as his brother and mother left the room. Tropical cried all night and eventually fell asleep. Suddenly Tropical wakes up and he hears someone banging on his door. He stands up and walks up to the door and he opens it. Once he opens it his mother pulls him out and yells at him.
''Wake up you worthless pain in the ass, i want you to clean the house and i want it spotless.''

Tropical runs to the kitchen and grabs a knife and sits on the floor with his eyes closed. As Tropical has his eyes closed he starts thinking of how he gets treated like dirt and the more he thought about it the angrier he got. Suddenly Tropical snapped and opened his eyes. He had the weirdest look in in his face as if he went insane. He then got up and went looking for his mother. He goes in the bathroom and finds his mother putting on makeup. He quickly grabs he hair and pulls it back then he cuts her throat with the knife he got from the kitchen. As he watches his mom die slowly he sits on the floor rocking back and forth while saying the same four words over and over.
''I love you mom, i love you mom, i love you mom''

After a few minutes Tropical wakes up again and it turns out it was all a dream. He gets up from his bed and walks outside his room and into the kitchen. He then sees a note on the fridge that gave him a list of his chores. Before Tropical started his chores he decided to make himself some breakfast. When he opened his fridge it was nothing but left over food from last night. His mother and brother go eat breakfast every morning without Tropical. Instead Tropical is forced to stay at home and do nothing but clean and eat left overs, that's if there was any left overs.

Tropical often had problems with his younger brother because he was lousy, and spoiled. When he finished cleaning the house he would go in his room and take a nap. He was having trouble sleeping for some reason and he knew his mom and brother was almost home. When he finally went to sleep his mother came home in a serious mood as always. Tropical's brother came in the room and started making a mess. Tropical woke up and started screaming at his brother because Tropical has just finished cleaning the entire house.

"Shut up tropical i can do whatever i want!" yelled Tropical's younger brother as he continues to make a mess. Tropical looks at his brother with a furious face as if he has finally snapped. Tropical grabs his brother from the his head and slams it against the wall repeatedly. As his brother begs Tropical to stop Tropical starts to laugh as if he was insane. Tropical finally stops and his brothers head is every where with blood splattered all over the wall. Tropical stares at his dead brother with a smile on his face. He sits right next to him and starts playing with his toy as if nothing was wrong.

Tropical wakes up and jumps out of bed as his heart beats faster and faster.
"It was just another dream," whispered Tropical as he stares at the wall. He walks out of his room and goes to the kitchen to look for his brother but instead he finds his mother crying on the floor. Tropical walks up to his mother and sits down next to her.
"Whats wrong mother," asks Tropical while looking around.
"Your brother id dead!" said Tropical's mother as she hugs Tropical and continues to cry.
"What! how did he die?" asks topical with a surprised look in his face.
"A car smashed his head against a wall" screamed Tropical's mother.

Tropical quickly ran in his room and sat next to the wall. He sat there all day and wondered if his dream had anything to do with his brothers death. The next day Tropical and his mother got ready for the funeral. Tropical sat in the funeral with a crazy look on his face and a big smile. Something happened inside of Tropical that day but it didn't seem to bother him at all. When he got home his mother called him into the kitchen.
"Tropical! come here for a second," said his mother yelling from the kitchen.
"Yes mother?" said Tropical with a soft tone in his voice.
"I want to apologize for treating you so poorly all these years. Your my only son now and i don't want to lose you like your younger brother." said Tropical's mom while she starts to cry.
"Its fine mother, I just can't believe hes dead." said Tropical with a big smirk inside of him.

Tropical spent the rest of his day in his room. He was preparing for his first day of school tomorrow. Tropical often thought if he was ready to be around kids because Tropical isn't the same kid he was before. Hes more than just a normal kid hes gone in sane and who knows what hes capable of. He just hopes no one gets in his bad side.