[ WP ] Write a good story , but include a terrible twist at the end .

Red, the kitchen was full of red, the liquid thicker than usual, the knife being dropped, my brother laying on the kitchen floor. The memories, the memories of that day are memories I would never forget. I remember him crying, just a 5 year old boy, sobbing on the floor, my heart beating fast, I fell next to him and began to sob. My mother walked in and dragged me away, she was so calm, but still frustrated. She shouted at me and told me to stop taking things too seriously and stop being dramatic, as she began to wipe away the ketchup my brother spilled whilst trying to open the seal using a knife.
