Memories
I always think about them you know, my sisters I mean. Day to day I vividly remember what they were like; their smell, their habits and their favourite things. As I rummage through my little belongings I can't help but cry as I stumble across one of violet's inventions or a random household object that Sunny had been practicing her biting techniques on. Unfortunately some of my most favourite memories of my sisters are shadowed by their deaths. As I lie near the surrounding horseradish fields I dream about them, the fun times we had together, the fantastic trio we made, however my guilt creeps over me and my unlawful acts turns my dream into a reoccurring nightmare in which I see both my sisters' bodies sinking down into the slimy depths of lake lachrymose. Yet the memory I will always remember, the one that will stay with me till I die, is Violet's face as I hit her with the V.F.D inscribed axe and Sunny's teeth sinking into my flesh as I pushed them off the boat. I flash back from the memory and roll up my sleeve, making visible the two distinct teeth marks on my right arm, the indentations in my skin still leaving their mark. I can't explain to you why I did it, I sometimes describe it as an act of jealousy, I sometimes describe it as an act of greed, but most of the time I describe it as following in his way. I know who immediately springs to mind, no it isn't Count Olaf, I follow in the footsteps of the one who knows best, none other than Mr Poe.
