''I don't want to verbalize, McKenzie. Let's make it clear. You better tell us the truth now.''- the detective sitting opposite with me, his hands clasp together and prop under his chin. Those pale blue eyes are hidden under the ugly pair of glasses, silently observing me.

''I have nothing to tell you. He deserves to die''- I smirk, my eyes then fix on the people surrounding the detective, keep staring at me with disgusting grimly looks.

I hate it when someone staring at me, no matter in any kind of manners, they're are all enough to disgust me. Because it reminds me of my brother, when he tried to make me swallow those colorful capsule every single time I had my meal, or had him injected weird substances into my wrist. His eyes were pale, rigid, and cold, like they neither withhold any feelings nor mercy. They were completely emotionless whenever I endeavoured to beg him for forgiveness, either those times I tried to run away from that abominable eyes, but all my attempts always ended up in torturement behind bars, darkness, "medication" and the Bible.

He said "Only Jesus and Bible can purge you from your sins, McKenzie''.

I hated all those statements that he had made and appended on me. I hated his hypocrisy face in front of other people or while reassuring me "This will cure your sickness''. I hated him to the core that I couldn't stop all the killing thoughts invading my head every second. My hatred was the only thing that stopped me from doing anything foolish and waited for that day, the day where I can get my revenge on him.

And that day came earlier than I thought. It was another normal Saturday evening, I turned on the TV just out of the boredom. Surprisingly, my brother's ugly face was on the evening news. It was confirmed that my brother was luckily survived the fatal car crash this morning, but still in critical condition that had been allegedly delivered to Liverpool hospital for urgent intensive care. There was a minute of complete silent, then I fell on the couch, eyes gazing upward. What to do next? I was wondering myself.

I wasn't scared anymore but I started to feel paranoid because I didn't know what to do with my life when my brother passed away. My parents abandoned us with our grandma since I was a child, but unluckily, she passed away 5 years ago due to a heart attack. Me and my brother struggled to live independently for years until he became famous with his incredible talent. He was extremely intelligent that he got a job as a training pathologist at a government laboratory. In contrast to the hypocrite he had created for himself outside home, he was truly a gruesome and merciless person in nature, as well as an unusual religious believer. Everyday, I was imprisoned in the closet behind bars and was forced to take unidentified pills besides infused liquid substances into my blood vessels that I didn't know what it was for. He told me.

''You're diagnosed with anxiety and you know this is necessary for you, McKenzie. If you don't take this regularly, the sickness will never be cured. You have to feel lucky that God gave you a brother like me because I'm taking care of your sickness everyday..."

He even kept the radio droning the Bible again and again, which was enough to drive me insane. He called it "praying time'' in the closet if I tried to oppose him to give me ''medication'', which also meant I refused to receive help from God, that I didn't respect to God.

I was laying on the couch and thinking about breaking in the hospital to end my brother's life. It started out with much difficulty. I couldn't stop the excitement tingling under my skin every time I thought about the plan. As long as I could remember, I had nurtured those ideations since the beginning.

The day finally came, my mind went wild when I took my first step into the intensive care centre in the hospital. Adrenaline ran through my body and my fingers were shaking. Like a lightning strike through my mind and body, I had never felt so alive. This was the moment I had been waiting for my whole life. The hospital room was as devoid of beauty as I expected. Its four concrete walls were simply cream, not peeling or dirty, just cream, which surrounding three hospital cots with numerous medical devices and equipments. There was no decoration at all, just the limp monotonous curtain that separates his bed from the two others in here.

''This would be the best spot to end the agony and take my revenge on him, since the nurse just left, and no one is here now", I thought while smirking.

Since I was young, I have always loved watching criminal cases and true crimes stories. These murderers are definitely genius. There motives and devious plans fascinate me, to the point I have a book that notes all the devious twists and turns as well as weapons that the killers used on their victim. For me, these guys are like artists, and their victims are unfortunate work of art.

My brother was the only one in the room, laid still in his bed like a giant piece of meat. I glided inside the curtain to look at my brother the last time before taking hands on my masterpiece. Tonight will be my day, tonight I will free from the torment, and tonight I will be "An artist".

His abominable eyes that I grew to hate, were now closed. White bandages covering all over his injured body, only left the small spot for the infusion needle connected with the IV solution bottle which was injected into his vein for nutrition. I paced my step slowly to the bed, where the solution bottle was loosely dangled on the stand, then took out a glass bottle of Botulinum with a needle.

''Rest in peace, Johnathan. God will save your soul in heaven.'', I said calmly with a broad smile on a face, then stabbed the needle filled with Formalin into the IV solution bottle. Botulinum solution slowly infused in saline water, yet dissolved without leaving any clue. Every single droplet dripped down to the tube, yet infused into the bloodstream...

All the memories flashback to me like it was just yesterday. I loved how I have transformed into a whole new person, thanks to my brother. In the midst of stuffiness and calmness, I lay back on the chair which is opposite with the detective, looking at his abominable eyes and put on a silly grin.

''I'm surrendered... I have nothing to lose now..."