The New Metamorphosis by Alexander New

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From the little information he could glean, they were doing quite well. His father and mother had both gotten jobs, and his sister was giving out violin lessons. It was almost as if he had been preventing them from reaching their true potential, and his metamorphosis had been the necessary catalyst that triggered their own evolutions. On evening several days after his superior's visit, A heard his sister playing her violin, and was filled with emotion. His sister was undeniably a master violinist, and it was no wonder she had begun to give out lessons. The sound was so pretty A became determined to leave his room and request a private performance. He walked over to the door and opened. He was free to leave what had become his prison. However, his dreams and hopes were brought crashing down by his family's reactions. His sister and mother both screamed in terror, while the latter once again collapsed into unconsciousness. His father roared in anger and threw a fork at his. It embedded itself in his skin with a wet thud and stuck. Terrified, A retreated to the welcome confines of his prison once more.
Inside the room, he looked for some place to hide. Blood trickled down his back as he frantically scanned the room, desperate for sanctuary. His eyes finally alighted on his bed. He jumped onto it, seizing the sheet and pulling it over his head.
It was far lighter under the sheet than it was outside, and so A was happy. He lay there, invisible to the world.
A few hours later A's sister stuck her head into the room. "A?" she called out. "Where are you? We're sorry. You can come out now. Noticing a lump on the bed, she advanced towards it. It didn't move at all. Confused, she lifted it up. A's emaciated form lay there, the fork his father had thrown stuck in his shoulder blades. "He's dead!" she called out to the family. "Poor little thing is dead! Isn't that just horrible?" She stood there for a few minutes, and then shrugged. Slinging the thin corpse over her shoulder, she trundled out of the room.
And the world continued as it had before.