I'm going to kill you. I can't even count how many times those five words
had left my lips now, though I can faintly recall to whom they were first
spoken to. Ashley. My elder sibling, she had just returned home when I
first became what you see standing before you.. in the wrong place at
the wrong time I suppose.. but lets not go into such gritty details as to
how the job was done. You are probably wondering if I feel any remorse
at all as to what acts I have committed. I would be lying if I denied it
because, quite frankly, sometimes I do. To be as blunt as possible, as
truthful as I can be.. even though regret and sadness fill my dazed and
cluttered mind.. I'm glad she's gone. Yes, I am thankful she's six feet
under.. my own sister. Blood is obviously not thicker than water. Thank
you for listening, diary.. I think I'll go to bed now. It's been a long day.

Stephanie Tate