Addiction. Chapter One.

Mystery POV

'So, tell me exactly what happened when you were four.' The therapist asked, pulling a pen from the drawer next to her, and positioning her notepad on her right knee that was crossed over her left.

'Erm... well,' This story was the hardest I'd ever have to say aloud. I had never found forming words so difficult. 'You know I had a sister one year older than me right?' I didn't wait for an answer as I continued to get the story out of me as quickly as possible. 'We were really close, as close as anyone can get at such a young age. We never understood why someof our friends found games like Cowboys & Indians so fun, so we thought we'd try it out. Lauren, my sister, claimed she needed some sort of spear, as she was the Indian. I had a toy gun and a cowboy hat, that I'd stolen from my fathers closet. I, obviously being the Cowboy. We headed into the kitchen, trying to find something that atleast resembled a spear. I found a kitchen knife, one of the really sharp ones, I handed it to her, claiming it could be attached to a long wooden stick. Our parents were upstairs, watching a foreign film, Tell No One, I think... We ran into the basement, giddy with the excitement of finally being able to play the game. Lauren went on a search for a wooden pole and some duct tape. I did nothing, making myself in charge of looking after the knife, ofcourse I was the lazy sibling.' I laughed nervously, now getting into the tougher heart of the story I wished was one of my imagination. I can never take back what I did.

'Continue, we are almost there. You've come a lot further than last weeks session.' My therapist nodded at me, taking her pen from the paper.

I twiddled my thumbs back and forth, one around the other, thinking of multiple excuses not to continue my story. The happening that ruined my life, my parents life and my state of mind. I could say I have a dentist appointment in 10 minutes, or I have to meet my boyfriend for lunch. Oh, how am I kidding? She knows I don't have a boyfriend, and that I was at the dentist two weeks ago. Why did I stupidly tell her I was free for the entire session? I checked my watch, 11:15. I have only been here for 15 minutes. Shit. 45 minutes left.

'Come on, I'm not going to force you, but I know once you've told the story, you'll feel so much better. You have to do this eventually, it's been forteen years. You're so close now, only a few more painful steps then it's over.' She smiled encouragingly at me and I threw my glance to a black speck on the cream coloured carpet. I began picking at imaginary lint on my brown jumper. I made myself comfortable, preparing myself for the part of the story about to come.

'Okay... I began examining the knife, noticing the glint along the sharp edge as I span it under the single lightbulb swinging above my head. I could hear the distant french voices and sirens blaring from the film my parens were watching and the cars passing infront of the house. I smiled as i lightly ran my finger along the sharp edge, at this point Lauren came running towards me, wood and tape in her hands, the smile on her face pure and contageious. I only then noticed the leaking pipe above her head, making note to remind my father of it later. What happened next, happened so fast, I still cannot comprehend what truly happened. She... she slipped on the puddle from the leaking pipe. Even though it went so fast, it seemed like the moment in slow motion, like you can see in films, like war films, Saving Private Rian for instance. When they're all running with thier guns, straight towards the enemy. God, I love that film, war films have always been my favourite.' My therapist looked pointedly at me, noticing my change of subject.

'Okay,' I sighed, rubbing my hands over my face, sighing louder as I did so. 'So, as she slipped, she went towards me, the wooden pole and tape went flying away from us. She fell on me, which in turn sent meflying backwards. I was always the smaller sibling, she was atleast four inches taller than I. I went backwards, Lauren landed on top of me. I screamed for her to get off of me as she was crushing my left arm. But she wouldn't move, I thought she'd wet herself from the shock, as there was a strange wet substance between us. I tried to pull my hand away from her, but I couldn't, it seemed to be stuck on something. I then realised that the knife was caught between us. I tried to pull it away, knowing it was dangerous but it was stuck. I pulled my hand out, and saw that blood had coated my hand. I began screaming, so loud it hurt my own ears. My parents obviously came running down the stairs, expecting an intruder or something. They obviously got something.' More nervous laughing, why couldn't I stop? 'They pulled Lauren off me, I saw the knife sticking out of her chest. I screamed and passed out. What happened straight after that I could not tell you for the life of me.' Nervous laughing again.

Why cant I stop? I wish I could stop, stop everything, that my life was over. Why did I kill her, my best friend, my sister? It's all my fault, it should have been my life that was taken. I deserve it, I deserve it all. The blame, the hate, the disrespect, death.

A/N: This is our first story together, it'll get pretty dark so be prepared.

Just to let you know,this story is based in South London and revolves around a group of teenagers that have taken a turn down the wrong street at some point in their lives.

R&R, let us know what you think as we, personally, are unsure of where this story will lead.