Rest in Peace Dear Yellow

I am a killer.
It all started when my brother brought Yellow into the house.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp" The continuous high-pitched chirping sound got louder as I walked up the stairs to my house. When I opened the door, I found my 6 year old brother carefully cupping a small, bright yellow chick in his hands as if it was a fragile glass that would shatter to pieces if dropped.
"Where did you get that?" I asked.
"I got him at the front of my school for 500won on the way home." He said, never taking his eyes off the small creature. He obviously was already in love with him.
"Did you get permission from mommy? Cause if you didn't, you might have to throw him away." I said in a teasing way. The thing is, I like animals, but I am awfully bad at taking care of them. I like to look at them, observing the little things they do, but not touching them, especially small ones.
"Yes, he is going to live with us forever and ever until he becomes a chicken and make more and more chicks! He is part of our family now, so be nice to... to... what should his name be Che Rim?" Oh boy, forever and ever? How am I supposed to live with that thing when its squeaking all the time! Help.
"Oh, I know, he can be...Yellow!"
"Yellow? Why?"
"Yellow from the Power Rangers! Isn't that such a cool name?" Power Rangers is his all time favorite TV program, and Yellow is one of the members. However……
"Yellow is a girl Che Hoon."
"Then she is a girl from now on. It doesn't matter as long as I love her."

We kept Yellow in a little box, at the balcony so that Yellow wouldn't get lost or hurt inside the house. But as the days passed, the chirping got louder and louder disturbing and annoying both me and my parents with its loud noise. I couldn't concentrate on my homework, TV and sleeping. Her body also grew, and she kept on leaping out of the box and would never get back in, where her food was. My brother became very worried, and went out to the balcony to put her inside the box again. But that's when it happened.

My brother had left the door open, only about 10cm, but wide enough for Yellow to come indoors to conquer the house with its deafening loud noise. Believe me, the sound of the chirping was like listening to an awful opera singer singing 'Phantom of the Opera'. It was scary indeed. As Yellow took long olympic-like jumps towards the door, with an evil smile of satisfaction and eyes raging with fire on its face, Beethoven's symphony No.5 started to play in my mind furiously. It seemed as if every jump she took shook the ground like an earthquake. The frustration and irritation that I had for Yellow went through wildly in my mind like a panorama. My heart started to beat stronger and faster like a heavy machine gun. When Yellow was just a few centimeters away from the door, my palms started to sweat, my legs started to wobble, and my eyesight became all blurry except from Yellow. I could see her all too perfectly. I could still see those eyes raging with fire, her beak twisted into a little smirk. I had to close that door before Yellow got in, before Yellow could destroy my lovely home. I jumped from the couch I was sitting on, ran towards the door, hoping that I could slide- close the door before it was too late. With my heart that was about to jump off my chest, I slid the door shut.
But instead of hearing a little 'bang' sound of closing the door, all I could hear was a high-pitched squeak.

I had become a killer at the age of 8.