I looked up from my diary and looked around at my suburban backyard. I glanced up at the Hastings' house and saw that brat Spencer in the window. God I hate her. I heard a loud crash upstairs. I tucked my diary under the patio and rushed upstairs. My older brother, Jason, was locked in his room with the music all the way up.
I entered my bedroom, only to find my twin sister Courtney brushing the hair of my favorite doll. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked her. She never looked up.
"What does it look like I'm doing." she replied. My parents were out getting groceries and Jason was "watching" us while they were gone. She continued to brush the beautiful, blonde hair of my doll.
"Put it down!" I yelled. I sounded like a child, but my biggest secrets were inside of that doll. Literally. The chance of Courtney finding it was risky.
"Hmm…I wonder what mini Alison would look like with no hair?" she picked up the scissors next to her on the floor. "Shall we find out?"
That was the last straw. She's done this to me since we were little. I was sick of it. Sick of her being in the spotlight. The favorite.
I snatched the scissors out of my sister's hand and plunged it into her chest. I dropped my weapon and shook. I can't believe I did it. I killed her. My sister. I put the doll back in the box. I also put the scissors in her right hand.
I headed to the downstairs bathroom and washed my hands. I went downstairs and turned on the TV. I could hear Jason's door open slowly. He probably heard all the commotion and wanted to know what was going on.
"ALISON!" Crap. He found her. "CALL MOM! NOW! COURTNEY IS DEAD!" My pulse began to race. I dialed Mom's number.
"Mom…Mom…It's…It's C..Courtney…"
"Ali? What happened? Is everything okay?"
"Mom, Courtney….killed herself." I blurted without thinking. She whispered something to Dad. They seemed to take it pretty well.
"Okay hon. We're on our way right now. Love you and don't look…at her." she hung up and I began to cry. I can't believe what I did. I can never ever take that back. I heard the sirens in the distance as I wiped my tears away. I rushed upstairs and found Jason holding and rubbing Courtney's hand.
"Jason?" I looked at her body. Just like Mom told me not to do. He looked up. His eyes were bloodshot red and his dirty blonde hair was matted against his forehead. The police sirens grew louder. Closer. The paramedics rushed in, Mom and Dad following close behind. They put her body into a bag and carried it out on a gurney. Mom swallowed hard and turned to Dad, burying her head into his chest.
A man dressed in a grey suit came up to me. "You must be Alison. Courtney's sister. I need to ask you some questions about your sister's death." The room began to spin. "Are you okay miss?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." But I wasn't. I had just killed my sister and everyone thinks she did it to herself. I fainted. The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes was the man's badge. Detective Wilden. If that was the last thing I saw, so be it. I deserved to die. I killed my sister.