My parents sold my brother and me to aliens

When I was a kid, I had a brother named Kevin who was about 9 years older than me. My mom and dad did not like Kevin very much and would often argue about him. They would stand in the kitchen and talk quietly and write down numbers and talk money. I didn’t really understand. I thought they were talking about schooling for Kevin, because they would mention how expensive it was. <br><br>One night, they woke me up in the middle of the night. My dad said it was time to go, and I asked where we were going. They didn’t really answer, but instead put me in the back of the car. Kevin was already in the car, and he was crying and talking to himself. <br><br>We drove through the night, and I don’t know how long we drove for. I think I might have fallen asleep. I was young, so I didn’t understand how long the drive was or where we were headed. <br><br>Eventually, we pulled up to a spaceship. It was in a field, and there were two aliens standing outside. They were talking to my parents and laughing, and then they came over to the car. One of them opened the trunk, and the other pulled Kevin out. Kevin was crying and fighting and begging my parents not to do this. They didn’t seem to care, and instead were trying to calm him down and talk him into going with the aliens. They told him it was his destiny and that he was serving a greater purpose. <br><br>The aliens grabbed Kevin and dragged him into the ship, and then came back to my car door. They tried to pull me out, but my dad stopped them. He said, “Not this one,” and then he closed the door. <br><br>We drove for a while longer, and then we headed back home. On the way, my parents were talking about all the money they had just received from the aliens. They said that Kevin was too old to be useful, so they didn’t get as much money as they had originally hoped for. But they were still very excited. <br><br>When we got home, I asked them what happened to Kevin. They ignored my question, and instead took me to the mall and bought me some clothes and shoes. They said those clothes were Kevin’s, but now they were for me. I asked again what had happened to Kevin, and they ignored me and kept shopping. <br><br>I didn’t see Kevin for a long time after that, and my parents acted like he never existed. They even took down pictures of Kevin from the walls and put them in storage. <br><br>Then, one day, Kevin showed back up at the house. I was so happy to see him, and I talked to him for hours and hours. My parents didn’t seem to care that Kevin was back, and they acted like nothing was wrong. They didn’t say anything to Kevin, and instead they just watched him like they were curious. <br><br>Kevin didn’t seem to be himself, though. He talked funny, and he didn’t seem to know who I was. He didn’t know where he was either, and he would get upset and angry when he couldn’t remember. My parents would just sit back and watch him as he got angry. They didn’t seem to care that Kevin wasn’t the same. <br><br>It got worse and worse, and eventually Kevin didn’t even talk. He would just sit in his room and stare at the wall. My parents would try and talk to him, but he didn’t seem to understand. One day, I walked into Kevin’s room and I saw him eating the drywall. He was scratching at the wall and then eating the powder he was creating. My parents didn’t care that Kevin was eating the walls, and they would just laugh at him. <br><br>I was starting to get very worried about Kevin, but my parents seemed to think it was funny. They would make jokes about Kevin eating the walls and then just walk away. I saw Kevin eating the drywall several times, but then one day I caught him eating his own shit. He had pulled it out of the toilet and was eating it with his hands. <br><br>I told my parents about it, but they didn’t care. They just told me to stay away from Kevin. I started to feel bad for Kevin, and it made me feel sick to my stomach. <br><br>Then, one morning, I woke up and Kevin was dead on the floor of his room. My parents told me to stay away, and I did. They rolled Kevin’s body up in a sheet and then carried it outside to the car. They threw Kevin’s body in the trunk, and then we drove for a long time. <br><br>Eventually we pulled up to the same spaceship that we had pulled up to when Kevin was a little boy. The aliens were waiting for us, and they took Kevin’s body out of the trunk. They put it in the ship, and then they handed my parents a briefcase full of money. My parents were smiling, and they were both laughing. They told the aliens that Kevin was a bad investment, and that he didn’t perform like they had wanted him to. <br><br>The aliens said that Kevin was a bad batch, and that they would give us our money back. I don’t know what they meant, but my parents were happy with the outcome. They took the money, and then we drove back home. <br><br>On the way home, my parents were talking about how they were going to use the money to adopt another child. They said that the aliens had told them where to get a good one, and that they would raise the new child correctly. <br><br>When we got home, my parents pulled out all of Kevin’s old things. They gave me his clothes and shoes, and they told me to be a good boy. My mom pulled me into her arms and told me that she loved me, and my dad said that Kevin was a bad apple. <br><br>I asked my dad what that meant, and he said that Kevin was a bad investment. He told me that Kevin was supposed to be a good boy, but he was a bad boy instead. I didn’t understand what he meant, and I asked for more information. <br><br>He said, “Sometimes we adopt children and sell them to aliens. They pay us a lot of money to do it. But sometimes the children are bad, and the aliens will bring them back and want their money back. If we raise the children correctly, and we teach them to behave, the aliens will love them and give us lots of money. But if we fail to raise them correctly, the aliens will return them to us. If we adopt another child, there is a chance that it will be a good one, and we will get lots of money.” <br><br>I didn’t really understand. I was too young to understand. But my dad seemed to think it all made sense. <br><br>Then my mom said, “But we won’t fail again. We love you very much, and we will be the best parents for you that we can be. You will make lots of money for us, and you will be a great investment.” <br><br>I didn’t really understand, but I knew that I had to be good. I knew that I couldn’t mess up. I would disappoint my parents, and I would be a bad boy. I didn’t want to be a bad boy, and I didn’t want to be a bad investment. I was going to be good, and I was going to make my parents lots of money. I was going to be the best investment I could be.