A Five-Minute Writing Prompt: Crocodile Tears

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I frowned when I saw the scene inside our house.

The once characteristically quiet home of ours became a theatre house for failures.

I sighed when I saw my aunt.

'What an actress!', I thought silently.

Her crocodile tears were so obvious that I could puke out of the feeling of disgust.

My uncle who never visited my grandpa when he needed him was also here, wailing like a mad man.

I sighed, and sighed and sighed.

The scene of them made me wannna puke.

They look so bad and desperate.

"You're here...", my mother said.

I only looked at her coldly.

She never cared for me before. Maybe because I have the biggest chance for Grandpa's inheritance she's getting allmothery to me now.

'How pathetic', I thought.

I sat not knowing what else to do in this play.

These people never cared for him when he's alive,but now that he's gone and his inheritance on loose, they all mooned over him as if he's their beloved.

I stand up and walked outside.

The atmosphere inside is exhausting and draining.

As I crossed the threshold a sudden gust of wind blew to my face.

"Don't worry...you'll get what you deserve", a whisper came out of nowhere.

I turned around to look who whispered to me, only to find I'm alone.

The whisper seemed forbidding yet strangely familiar.

I scowled at this ugly feeling creeping inside me.

There's no way someone who knows me would say that to me.

I'm their greatest asset now, so why...

A hand suddenly clutched my shoulder. I was startled so I immediately twist whoever damn hand it was.

"Ellie!", I exclaimed.

'What is she doing?', I thought.

"Don't be such scaredy cat Mona...I see, I see you want to be alone, but I just want ask something...about Grandpa's will... there's no one closer to him that you are, so I guess, you probably know something.", she smiled coyly.

'God I wan't to smash her face...', I thought.

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