Sister
One of the psychopath series
I had a sister. I loved her. Always had. Ever since i was born, I was stuck to her. Everytime I cried, I will always stop once I saw her smile. I was weak and naive but she apparently was not. She was everything I was not and everyone loved her. My whole family revolved around her like planets and the sun. But I had took her away from them. Was it because of love or jealousy? I do not know. Like I said, I was naive. Much more importantly, I had took her away from the very face of this earth.
She was 15 years old then. I was only 12. it was then when her hormones kicked in. She was interested in boys. I was angry. Angry because she left me forgotten. Everytime I saw her, it was always with a boy. Everytime I passed her, she ignored me, giggling away at her "boyfriend's" ridiculous jokes. I know it wasn't her fault. It was just normal human nature. My mind knows but my body simply didn't want to believe it. After all, simple logic does not work on people with huge sister complex.
Each day past and my head was slowly filled with ways of revenge for ignoring me, for casting me aside without a second thought. I hate her. I simply do. And, one day, I had enough. So I stabbed her. We were in the kitchen. It was easy to do so. And I had stabbed her right through her heart. When I had snapped back to reality, I saw her on the floor, unmoving, eyes staring right at me. No. That wasn't her eyes. Her eyes was always full of life, sparkling like jewels. But now... Now... It was empty. Dull and lifeless. I gasped. Who did this? My eyes flickered to the knife in her chest and
blood pouring from the wound. I stared unbelievingly at it. I did it. I knew I did. A crazy laugh escaped from my lips. It wasn't my fault. It was her fault right from the beginning! She should have known better, shouldn't she?
The End