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I would like to hear your stories and on why you have wished for it.

I do prefer disowning the person and him moving out more than death to be honest, but I can see both the advantages and disadvantages with death. I lives at home with my parents and they took in a baby boy before I was born because of no one else could take care of him. His personality has always annoyed me. I do understand if people are shy and doesn't speak in public or to strangers, but this boy barely speak to his "family" and yet he's living with us. I've no plan to moving out at first because of I wants to save money to finish my education. He's sucking out money, food etc. from my parents, yet he refuse to talk and is rude. Sometimes he's ignoring us, says mean things and isolate himself from my family. He may talk to friends a few times. He hasn't anxiety or any forms of diagnoses. He has always been like this from he was little and he's two years older than me. Luckily a few nice people in the local grocery store offered him a job, so now he has something to do since he doesn't do much at home. When I tried to be nice to him, having a simple normal conversation etc. he tries to avoid it. He's not always grateful to my parents either. He lived 6 months another place to study, but he didn't enjoy it and dropped out of school. I didn't miss him a second, but my parents loves him a lot. I was happy not having to see his impolite behavior. I wished he moved out again, but the advantage him being dead is that I don't need to see a stranger in my house treating my parents like shit. But my parents would be heartbroken, so it's best he's alive although I wouldn't miss him if he didn't change himself. My parents thinks he would grow up one day. Perhaps in his 40s. There's still hope they says.

For me, it happened back in 3rd grade. I was 9 at the time.

I went to school in a tightly knit small town. Everyone in the neighborhoods knew each other. Everyone in the school knew each other. So it was definitely super noticeable whenever someone new moved in.

One day, in the middle of class, the teacher announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, today there will be a new student joining you all!" And everyone in the class got excited, since a new student was a rather rare occurrence. "New student?" Several kids in the class cried, excited.

Then the new kid walked in. Though everyone else seemed excited to meet him, I noticed something off about this kid from the get-go. He had this dead look in his eyes, unusual for a kid our age, and though he was slow moving, he looked strong, like he could strike at any minute.

At first I thought I was being too cynical.

But over the past few days, kids in our class screamed and appeared hurt, and at the scene it was always just them and the new student nearby.

Like for example, he stabbed a girl's hand with scissors, hurting it, and then told her to not tell anyone or he'd kill her whole family. Everyone was too scared to tell the teacher.

Our classroom was always happy and optimistic, but this kid made the entire class super terrified and gloomy.

One day, the teacher told me and him to go into the classroom closet, where two kids at a time would practice with vocabulary word flash cards for 5 to 10 minutes. At first, he seemed to play along, but then took out a huge kitchen knife from his backpack. He tried to stab me, but I just barely stopped his hands. I started to scream. "Miss! Miss! Help! Help! Somebody! Anybody!"

And from there, he was suspended from our school, and sent to juvenile detention center.

I was hoping my premonition about him was wrong and that he'd be a cool kid...but man, I was right as fuck.