The Missing Files (Book 1)

Chapter II: PSYCHOPATH: Esther Coleman

I'm Kent, but that's not my real name. I enjoy watching murder mystery movies and films, particularly those featuring psychopathic killers and psychological subplots. But I never imagined or expected this to happen in my real life. And my younger sister proved me wrong.

Others may believe we are a happy family, but we all know that is not the fact. My younger sister, Kei, and I lived with almost no parents for nearly ten years. Every day, our parents return home. But we're like ghosts to one another. They are asleep when we leave for school. They're at work when we're about to get home from school. And they will only arrive when we are asleep.

Kei is a lovely young lady. We adore her smile, which no amount of money could buy. She hardly speaks or smiles, relying almost entirely on her eyes and hands to communicate with us. However, when she turned four, we breathed a sigh of relief because she had become vocal with us, albeit not literally. I assumed everything would be fine after that, but I was wrong. I can see hatred starting to grow in her eyes towards me as she ages. I ignored it because I assumed it was normal. We only have a one-year gap, so could that be the reason?

From kindergarten to sixth grade, she was always given the highest honor. It's fantastic, and it makes me proud. I assumed she was doing it because she enjoys studying. Kei enjoys studying. She never left the house, didn't play with her dolls, and didn't interact with the other kids. She would rather read those thick books about law and medicine than I find it strange because she shouldn't be studying those things at her young age. She should be having a good time out there with her friends.

I soon realized that she was doing this so that our parents could be proud of her. It made her happy to see our parents comparing me to her. She contends that she loves belittling me and that it makes her happy at some point. I admit that I'm not very smart, and she used that to her advantage to embarrass me. As an outcome, my heart turned away from Kei. We were always fighting, and I would sometimes hit her. But the thing is, she just laughs it off as if she doesn't mind and it doesn't bother her. Then she realized that being smart is pointless because I still have my parents' attention. She once overheard my parents bringing up how they didn't need a smart child. All they need is kindness and obedience.

She changed after that day. She lost her honors when she entered high school. Mama said that she is jealous of her friends' children because their children are more likely to be honor students; I know that hit Kei, so she reacted to what Mama said, "Now you're looking for a medal now? While I was studying hard, I didn't even get a compliment from you. You clarified that you don't want nor need any of it, right? So, let's not expect anything from me and stop talking about it. Forget about the honors stuff."

That is something I hear my mother say almost every year. My parents are wrong at times. They don't think much of Kei. They don't appreciate her.

We don't seem to recognize Kei after a year. She despises being reprimanded. She easily loses her mind and becomes angry when she is disciplined. When Papa laid his hand on Kei, she nearly killed herself because she didn't stop hitting her head on the thick surface. To be honest, Kei is always so beaten up that I believe she is immune to emotional and physical pain. She no longer knows how to cry, and I see no sadness or pity in her eyes, which is why I find it terrifying.

Kei and her teacher had a fight once. She interrupted her teacher while she was trying to explain what had happened. She explained "Why should I apologize? I was in the right; she misunderstood me and humiliated me in front of the class, which should never have happened." Kei was so upset that she didn't even apologize to her teacher.

Our grandmother suggested that we take Kei to see a psychiatrist. According to her psychiatrist, Kei matured much faster than usual. If you could just see Kei, you'd think she's twenty years old based on how she acts. Even the manner in which she spoke. She was only twelve years old at the time. Kei also has OCD, so she is a perfectionist in everything she does.

Papa once hit her for giving a terrible reaction. Dad compares Kei to a friend. That is, Kei is better compared to them. So Kei told him to shut up because he knew nothing. Kei's mouth bled that time, and she went insane in her room. She even broke a bone after she kept punching and hitting the wall. When Kei is angry at someone, she injures herself. We assumed until that point, when we saw papa's cat dead after that day too. It was placed in our car, and the brain and eyes almost popped out. What surprises me is that the cat is clean. There is no blood, and it does not stink; it is so clean that it smells like it has been perfumed. The cat was still lying in the passenger seat, as if it was just sleeping. Dad began beating Kei, but she grinned sheepishly. I'm still Kei's brother, so I tried to convince our father that Kei wasn't the one who did it, even though I knew it was Kei. I think Kei is the only one with a strong vanilla scent because I smelled it on the cat.

The following week, Akio, Mama's beagle dog and the most spoiled of all his dogs, was found dead.

We thought it was just food poisoning because the dog had no wounds, but when we looked at Akio, the skull and other parts of his ribs were crushed. It died as a result of being beaten several times.

We all looked at Kei at the time, and Kei was the only one who was likely to have hit Akio with a cane when she was upset with mama. "Perhaps the dog was just beaten outside the house," I suggested again.Kei went completely insane after that day. She ignores us, laughs at herself, and then gives you a cold stare as if she is about to do something bad to you. She killed a chicken the last time. That chicken belonged to my uncle. They frequently argue with my uncle. My uncle despises chicken because it makes him feel like he's eating his own chickens. Tito loved his hens. Kei fried the chicken and gave it to our uncle with a smile, saying, "Tito, I heard you love eating chicken, so here, I slaughtered one of your chickens for you to eat too." Tito couldn't do anything but cry because Kei was only thirteen.

The worst thing she ever did to me was tell me, the day before I was hospitalized, "Brother, you're next." Kei was reading her book again when I got home from school. He gave me a smile before ignoring me. I have no idea what happened, but I had an asthma attack. I didn't get tired at school, but I was struggling to breathe. I was rushed to the hospital and released two days later. Four days later, Mama was rushed to the hospital because she couldn't breathe after Kei allegedly surprised her with horror pictures. My father suggested that we take Kei to a mental hospital. We tried, but he was also sent home after months because he was said to be "normal." That she was not insane, and that we may have misinterpreted her. But, once again, we all know it's a lie. So I checked Kei's file at the mental hospital. There were no negative comments except for the fact that Kei actually likes shutting people out; in other words, he is a natural sociopath. She normally interacts with nurses and doctors in the same way that any other child would.

My father tried to take her back to the mental hospital, but Kei took over mentally this time. The pain and anguish were unbearable, but we had no choice because we knew she was the cause of everything that had happened. We went to see Kei four months later, and she was just sitting on her bed, smiling. I feel bad for her and wish I could take her home, but I can't. Her nurse informed us that Kei is well-liked on the ward. They call her Esther Coleman (if you know Esther from Orphan). They are referring to her) because she showed the same attitudes and psychotic behaviors while in the hospital. She's as quiet as ever. They said she had a lot of enemies in the ward, and the nurses could sometimes hear her playing games she'd never played before.

I'm already in my mid-twenties, and Kei passed away three years ago. She committed suicide (hung herself) herself inside the hospital, leaving a suicide note that said, "I want to go back and enjoy my childhood." I was certain at the time that there was no problem with Kei. I was angry at myself because I had done nothing to prevent it from happening.

I hope Kei had a happy childhood. I hope her funeral was attended by more than just two of her friends. I hope I get to see her genuine smile one last time before she dies. Where did things go wrong?

My younger sister is not a sociopath. Only the doctor and my parents labeled her back then. She's still my little sister who can make reality bearable. I know she's given up as well.

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