“Hey David, look at this!” Freddy, my older brother, hit the switch next to the sink. The garbage disposal whirred to life and a whirlpool formed, sucking the soapy water down with a gurgling fury.
“Mom said no! You can’t touch that!”
We were both ten years old and had been assigned to wash dishes. They had piled up over the last couple days while Mom and Dad were working, and neither my brother or I were exactly hopping at the chance to do more chores.
“Oh just shut it, won’t ya?” Freddy snapped. He hit the switch to shut it off, then stuck his tongue out. “What? You gonna tell Mom and Dad, huh?”
I don’t know how other twins get along, but Freddy and I had been at each other’s throats since the day we were born. Apparently, the story goes that Freddy was born first and when they pulled me out, they found Freddy’s umbilical cord wrapped around my throat. I don’t know how true that is, but it makes sense. Freddy was always trying to corner me or sock me in the face when I wasn’t expecting it. He was technically the “older” sibling since he came out first, and he never let me forget that.
“Maybe I will!” I said.
“They’re not even home stupid. Who’re they gonna believe? Me or you?”
I frowned. Freddy smirked and hit the switch. The garbage disposal started up again. “You’re just a butt-head you know?” Freddy said. He grabbed the dish soap and squirted a healthy amount into the sink, giggling as the water foamed up.
I’d had just about enough of his stupid little games. We were the same age and he was constantly trying to pretend like I didn’t matter. I shoved Freddy. “Turn it off!”
Freddy had been standing on a small stool, and as soon as I pushed him, he fell. Out of instinct, his left arm shot out to steady himself, and he grabbed ahold of the faucet. It detached and his hand plunged into the sink.
A horrible grinding noise erupted and Freddy yelled, “It’s got my hand!”
I watched Freddy struggling to break free. The water was quickly turning red and the drain was sucking his left arm in as it tore it apart. His bones and flesh broke so quickly, it seemed almost impossible. No garbage disposal could be that strong could it?
Freddy screamed. Tears poured down his cheeks and his eyes bulged out of his face. I had never seen him look so scared. “Help! Turn it off! Please!” he screamed.
His voice snapped me out of my momentary shock and I ran over to the switch. Freddy’s arm had already been shredded up to his elbow and the water was a soupy mess of dish water and grease swimming with blood and flesh. The drain grew louder and wailed violently like it was about to give up, but the more of Freddy’s limb it sucked in, the more powerful it grew. The lights flickered on and off and a bulb shattered in the living room.
I hit the switch as fast as I could. “Okay! Get out!” I yelled.
The wiring must have been damaged, because the disposal kept going and became even more furious at my attempts to stop it. Freddy was in up to his shoulder. His legs dangled off the edge of the counter, and he screamed at me to stop it. I couldn’t tell who was louder: Freddy or the drain.
I grabbed Freddy’s leg and tugged. The blades of the garbage disposal spun faster, ripping him from my grip. “David, please help! Please!” my brother sobbed and cried pitifully.
Freddy’s face disappeared beneath the water and his wailing was deafened by the bubbles foaming above his mouth. His body convulsed and shook violently. I fell backwards, unable to do anything. The drain made an awful grinding noise and then Freddy’s legs disappeared into the sink.
Then he was gone, as if he had never been there in the first place. The lights above my head flickered again and the garbage disposal finally shut off. I listened as the drain continued to gurgle and choke, and then finally, grew quiet as the final gooey remains of my brother disappeared into the pipes.