It Is Just An Experiment

Intro-1

When you hear the story of children that never learned what it feels like to be embraced in the arms of another. Who never experienced the caressing words of another. Though they are siblings of three; it just doesn't exist. One a mute, one a painting fanatic, and the other is completely drawn to anything with torture. A random three if anyone were to say. Their parents were never heard of. The siblings just stay in their small home on the farm with animals. Neighbors a thousand miles away didn't even know people lived at the farm until rumors were spread. Their children coming home passing the farm spoke of screams, shouting; a "murder house" is what everyone calls it.

Inside the home though they all just sit there watching horror movies during the time they spend together. On rare occasions, they would get local television and watch the news. The news was the only thing they got from the outside world, along with the packages their lost unknown parents send them. At least the kids figured it was their parents, they each got something that suited them each. For the mute a notebook and pencil, for the painter a whole lot of paint supplies and canvases varying in size, the torture fanatic would receive tools that no ordinary parent would allow their children to even see.

Perhaps names should be given to these three siblings.

Introductory for the eldest, the painter, James Pinrut. He was seventeen years old and never attended school in his entire life; the same goes for the other two though. He was raised by a person within the walls that never once showed their face. James referred to this person as Brahms. Since the movie "The Boy" came out and was sent in through packages, it was the person within the walls name; Brahms. James was only well taught in the arts of painting and his speech was through books. James is the talker of the three siblings, always starting the conversations; and ending them. Tracy Pinrut, the mute. She was of the age of thirteen and her handwriting was seen just as she spoke. It was small and organized in a straight line. Even on blank paper, her writing would go perfectly horizontal across the page. Tracy would write stories of what she figured the outside world was like. On her times not watching horror movies or writing she finds herself figuring out ways to unlock the locks inside the house that keep them imprisoned. Tracy is the curious soul that her siblings never understood. The torture lover is based on the life of the movie Saw. Obsessed with the series of movies one could call it. His name Ruthy Guin Pinrut, the only one given a middle name. He was the one who both James and Tracy looked out for. He was only the age twelve but the only one who had ever seen Brahms. He seeks nothing in life other than a good horror, a dream only a twelve-year-old child would never have. James and Tracy could both agree that Ruthy had a narcissistic personality.

Enough of that, now that we know the three and what they do in their free time shall we go into their point of view?

Lets go!

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The house we called home was empty and quiet. The television is turned on in the afternoon every day at exactly 3:00 pm. Cant expect to see any of my siblings until then. Grabbing my paintbrushes and a canvas. Drawing open the curtains only little light is shown through the paneled window locked from both the inside and outside. Glancing through the panels of the window I noticed her; walking while reading a book, and the wind blowing her light brown curly hair around her tanned skin. Heading to someplace called school I have only read about in books. My favorite being "The Perks of Being a Wallflower". It is the only book I have ever read that appealed to my mind of the outside world. It shaped my mind to what I hoped life was like.

I watched as she was out of my view getting on a faded yellow bus that picked her up five days a week.

Returning to my stool I was imagining the story Tracy had written for me to read. The title of her short story was "Love Changes With the Wind". I had the image set for me in my mind, the only matter now was mixing the colors as I went and painting it for the finale. The blank canvas in front of me started filling with cool color tones. In the center was a bridge ready to cross above a giant pit. Across the bridge was the girl with light brown hair in the distance. I imagine the bridge to be unsteady and ready to break with the first step.