A/N: Hello Everyone. Yneigma Psyko is back. It has been awhile since my last post and a lot has happened in my dramatic life. Simply put, I need to write. I have dealt with so much shit in these past five years and I need to unload all of these bottled up emotions through some therapeutic writing. I miss Fanfic a lot. I really do and I cannot wait to finish my current stories and continue on with some new ones. Anyways, enough about me. On to the story! I hope you enjoy and if not, that's fine, I'll still sleep at night.
The night you died my heart skipped a beat. My breath ceased. My mind is blank. My hands won't stop shaking...Shaking; causing your limp head to sway back and fourth.
I'm...numb. I can't believe that I achieved my long life goal of killing you. Erasing you from existence; taking you away from any and everyone who cared about your life.
Everyone...including me.
"I'm an idiot!" I sharply exhaled those sharp words out my mouth. My breathing is unsteady. My vision is slightly blurred due to the saline secretions but I dare not permit a single droplet to fall.
My puzzled memory began to piece itself back together, slowly revealing why I convinced myself to complete this mission.
I gently lay your head onto the soft grass where your red fluid slowly seeps out from you lacerated throat. A throat that was damaged by a special dagger embedded with sapphire stones within its handle. I brought it years ago just to kill you with. The azure stones matched perfectly with your dulling blue eyes, your paling pink sealed lips. Your body is limp, lifeless, and warm, warm as the weather tonight.
The crescent moon brightly resonates it's gray light with the dark sky. The luminous beams of moon is able to leave a brilliant glow on your corpse.
After staring at your body for a few moments, I notice that my anxiety ceased. My hands calm from the excessive shaking, my tear ducts are damp, my mind suddenly clear.
"Goodbye...Anna..." A gently whisper escapes my lips as I slowly rose from my hunched over position. My gaze is obsessed with your corpse.
My sister's corpse, my...my baby sister's corpse.
She is really dead. She is really dead by my hands- never to draw breath again because me.
"...because of me..." I mutter under my breath these three words that carry so much fuel to my rivalry with my deceased sister. It is my fault, after all. Our father always valued me more because I reminded him so much of our deceased mother. Hence why he always pushed me to succeed in any and everything that I pursued no matter how trivial. He couldn't careless what dreams or goals Anna had, just mine.
An abrupt chuckle sate will pain flies from my lips.
All the pressure my father put on me to be perfect, to be the best, to be the role model made me resent Anna. I was so envious of father's lack of concern for her. She could do whatever she wanted without restrictions and father just didn't give a fuck.
I slowly tilt my head back. The warm breeze force a few golden strands of my hair to touch my face. I can feel the tears building up.
My breath is heavy.
Through each breath a few more chuckles escape from me as tears began to flood my cheeks. My chuckles soon morph into cries filled with immense pain. Pain I have not released in ages.
" I...I'm sorry...Anna...so sorr...ry..." I heavily cried out my apology to my conscience.
The reality of taking my sister's life has become too much for me to bare a second longer. I couldn't sleep last night. I barely managed through today without thinking about her. Anna did not deserve the neglect she received from our father. She did not deserve the punishments she got do to her misconduct and destructive actions. After all, she was only hurting, she was only suffering, only...crying for the love and attention that I was getting.
I lower my head back down. The loose strands of hair are glued to my tear stained cheeks. My breath is still heavy and deep, the tears have halted and my nose is blocked, forcing me to leave my mouth agape.
I stare at the view of the hustling city below my feet. The constant honking chants scatter throughout the city, the sky is polluted with copious amounts of light out shining the faint crescent moon. The building before stands erect into the clear sky with various lighting scatter throughout its architecture.
I adjust my vision to focus on the life below me. The rooftop I am standing is too high up to make out any movement on the ground, only the sound is the acknowledgement of the city's existence.
I grab the railing tightly and pull myself closer to the other side. I have come to this decision earlier in the day that my life is meaningless now. I achieved what I truly wanted but it has left filled with more emotions than I thought it ever would.
I do not need to exist anymore. My life long self-proclaimed mission is complete.
Without a second thought, I pulled myself over the railing, releasing my grip upon metal. My body freely falls against rushing wind pushing on my body. I try to keep my eyes open but the stinging sensation forces them to shut.
It doesn't matter anyway.
I won't feel anything soon enou-
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THE END