This is my first pathetic attempt at writing something thoughtful... Perhaps it might be decent... it is a rough draft, don't be too harsh with your criticism's... well please do actually, i could learn from it. e-mail your comments and criticism's...

The boy had just turned the age of four just one week ago today. His name will be ommited, to save him from the devastating gossip that could turn about. In any case, this young boy was curiously devoted to his older sibling, a sister at the age of 12, a most complex age for any child. She played God to him, he would follow her around, and if she bade him to do anything, he most certainly would, for he would do anything in his power for his sister. It was a curiously stormy October night, that the event that will be mentioned, occured. The young boy pretended to be fearless, but would not let go of his sister's hand. She decided that they should go to the basement, and led him down the stairwell towards the dark room. She told him "don't be afraid my dear brother, you will be safe with me." Once they reached the paved concrete that was the basement floor, she gave a most mischevious look at her young brother, but her brother paid no attention, he knew she would never harm him. She then looked at him with such passivity, he suddenly became aware that she had some intention she had not made known to him. She started rambling incoherently for a moment, about God and such, and then proceeded to ask the following question: "My dear brother... If it would make me happy, would you sacrifice your fingers? Would you let me cut them off with this razor my dear brother, for my own happiness?" The young boy looked at her for a moment, and then answered: "Dear sister, if it would make you happy to sever my fingers, and put me through that indescribable suffering, then do so... only if it will truly make you happy." The girl proceeded to do so, she took the razor and severed his fingers, and upon the tenth one, once again questioned him: "My dear brother, if it would make me happy, would you sacrifice your eyes for me? Will you let me pierce your eyes through and through with this pen knife?" The brother looked at his severed fingers, and then answered once again: "Dear sister, if it would make you happy for me to sacrifice my sight for you, then by all means, please take my eyes." At this answer, the girl immediately grabbed the pen knife from a counter in the basement, and pierced through his eyelids, and straight through his eyes until the gelatinous ocular jelly poured out onto his face and her hands. Immediately she smiled, and then questioned once again: "My dear brother, if it would make me indescribably happy, would you be willing to sacrifice your tongue; would you let me sever it with this rusty blade?" The brother, pondered for a moment, staring at blank space, as he was without sight. He then answered again: "My dear sister, if it would make you happy to take away my speech, to take away my opinions, to take away my thought... then by all means, sever my tongue with that rusty blade you speak of... please." At this the girl immediately picked up the rusty blade and severed his tongue. Blood began to pour out of his mouth, and he was without speech. The girl questioned him one last time: "My dear brother, if it would cause me eternal happiness, would you let me crucify you upon this basement wall, with these nails i have here, and watch you suffer; watch you die?" The young boy, without speech and sight, nodded slightly, as to show the girl, he was willing to sacrifice himself for her. At this, the girl immediately nailed the palm of both his hands, and his feet to the walls, and once done, looked upon him. She thought for a moment, and then went down to her knees in a rage of emotion, tears welled up in her eyes, and once again, she started speaking incoherently to the brother, who dying, was capable of listening to her. She said this: "My dear Brother! You have sacrificed yourself to me and me alone. I have taken away your capability of work by severing your fingers, I have taken away your speech by severing your tongue, I have blinded you by piercing your eyes! Why, have you let me do this to you? You have suffered, and it is all my fault! I too, have suffered like you, my dear brother. God has taken my speech, and in turn, replaced it with his dogma, he has blinded me as well, so all I have to live for is a future happiness, and he too has crucified me! You will go into heaven my dear brother, as all children are saints, and upon reaching the gates of heaven, please do this for me. Please tell God to forgive me, for I am not worthy. I was your God, but now he is your God, and mine as well! The almighty will have his wrath, but please, tell him that it was not all my fault, all the blame is his! Forgive me young brother, for having done this to you, but this is truly necessary! Please dear brother, do not fail me in this, i beg of you!" She went down in a stream of tears again, and did not pick up her head anymore. She waited for some kind of response from her yound brother, who crucified upon the wall, was dying. One last breath was expelled from him, and he died that moment. She stood up shakily, and wiped the tears from her face. She finally walked away, crept up the basement stairs, and began to play with her dolls.