We Killed Him?

Date: 4/20/2018

I had just got home from uni, mum and dad were telling me how much of a cunt my brother had been. Mum and dad were both saying who they couldn't take it from him anymore. So I said "would you like me to tell him to pack his bags?" they said "no". I went to have a look at where he was. He was asleep on mum and dad's bed. An idea then came around. We turned on the gas and let it fill the room as we closed the door to the bedroom. We were all outside of the room, dad was throwing lit matches under the door trying to set the room alight. My brother woke up to the smell but was so week from the gas he could only make noises and shout for help.. The room filled so much he had no chance to breath and died just before the room light on fire. The fire didn't last very long, only a couple of seconds and it didn't do anything to his body. A tad bit pointless. Myself, mum and dad all went in the room to check, checked his pulse and there he was, dead! It was all a little too much for mum, she got stressed out and kept asking dad for a divorce. Dad and I decided we would have to handle the situation. I said we should move his body to his room, call and ambulance and say that he wouldn't wake up. Dad said that we should put him in the boot of the car and take him down to the beach and bury him. Then leave it a day or two and call the police to say he has been missing. We agreed on dad's idea, so we put him in the boot. I was early hours in the morning and no one was around so it was perfect. We opened the boot and he said "what you doing.?" Dad and I were both shocked, "we thought you was dead".. He said "nah". He got out and all three of us went for a drive through late night McDonald's.