A/N: Yay! three posts in 2 days. I'm proud of myself. Be warned this chapter is a little bloody, but I don't think it's too bad. I hope everyone is enjoying the new chapters and thanks to all the people who have been reviewing and faving! You're all great! Keep doing it!

"Britt, are you okay? I'm worried," I heard Rachel's voice but it sounded so far away. I was so locked in my head about my sister about what happened. Everything that I had been trying to forget for so long was flooding back in my head and hitting me like bolts of lightening. Some part of me knew that my head was hugged gently to Rachel's chest, but the sensations were so dull, I was trapped. All I could think of was the day that I killed her. The day I murdered her.

I'm not so nice. I like to think I am, but I'm not. God, that day was so clear in my head it may as well have been happening right now.

We were playing pretend games, I was eight, she was eleven, and it was fun. We were happy. The rest of the world didn't matter because we were in our own world. We used large wood chips as currency and drove our bikes everywhere like they were our horses. We would do seances by the lake and then speed off on our horses as if the spirits were chasing us, screaming bloody murder the whole way to the park. We must've looked insane.

But we were the Pierce sisters and we were infamous for our imaginations. We tried to let in a couple outsiders, but they never worked out. No, only the Pierce sisters could conquer the world.

So on that day it was like any other, sunny, not a cloud in the sky, and we were riding our horses to the Bridge of Four Columns. It really wasn't anything special, just a small pedestrian bridge that went over the community's lake. We stopped on the bridge, tied up our horses (or rather leaned our bikes against the brick wall of the bridge) and proceeded our newest make believe adventure. We were princesses, not sit in your castle princesses, but the kind that chased the wild rabbits and went fishing in the lake. Everything was perfect and we were having the most fun we had ever head, that was until we went to gather our horses.

"I want to ride Clover now," Kaylee demanded, Clover was my bike, but it was the newest of the two bikes and shone more than her mud-splashed one.

"No way, Clover is my horse," I snapped back, I moved to grab Clover, but Kaylee beat me to it. She held me back with an extended arm and flat palm, very effective against an eight year old. But, the second she was on my bike she had to let go of me to put her hand on the handle bars and then I was loose. I was so angry at her for stealing my bike I couldn't even think straight, all I remember seeing was blood red in front of my eyes and then without even calculating my decision, I attacked.

I used all my strength, even more than I thought I had, and shoved Kaylee off my bike. Her head snapped to the side and smashed against one of the four pillars of the bridge. It made a sickening sound, something like a wet towel slapping against brick. I watched in horror as her head slid down the pillar, leaving a large streak of red as she slipped down to the ground. Her head was at an odd angle against the pillar, neck tilted to the extreme as the rest of her body clumped around it.

I heard someone screaming, but even to this day I can't say for certain that it wasn't me. The skin on the right side of her skull was peeled back, and her face was already starting to swell. Her left arm had gotten twisted in the bike and was definitely broken since it was placed in such a way that no one could put their arm. I learned the rest of the damage later, but that picture of her, mangled in my bike, head beaten against the brick, it will never leave me. It will never not haunt my dreams. I never rode clover ever again, I made my parents throw it out.

She recovered over months in the hospital and physiotherapy appointments. She wasn't all there, though, and I'm not talking about the pinky toe that got sliced off in the spokes of the bike tire. Her brain had sustained such injury that she just couldn't be the Kaylee I knew ever again.

But I was newly nine and didn't understand that. I tried to get her to play with me, but all her games turned dark. One day she tied me to a chair, telling me that she was going to be the super hero swooping in to save me, but once I was tied up she changed. I could even see it in the expression on her face and especially her eyes. She pulled out a switchblade (from my father's collection) and held it to my face when she flicked the switch, the blade shooting out from the handle and startling me in my seat. She played with the blade across my face before tapping the flat end on my cheek and shaking her head, "Not on the face where they can see, where they can spoil our plans."

I told her I didn't want to play anymore, I screamed, but once again my parents were gone and there was nothing I could do.

"Don't be such a cry baby," she scoffed, "We're just playing, you're not going to get hurt."

She didn't hurt me that time, but I will never forget her eyes, the way they had changed, the way they weren't Kaylee's.

"Brittany, do I need to call 9-1-1," Rachel screamed and I was back and I could tell she was crying, "What's happening?"

"I'm fine," I croaked my throat dry like the Sahara, "I guess I just zoned out."

"Zoned out," Rachel screamed louder, "Zoned out, Brittany! You were gone like not there for 17 minutes and 23 seconds! What happened?"

"I was thinking about my sister," I mumbled, I felt like I was coming out of a dream, like I wasn't quite fully awake yet.

"Your sister is in college," Rachel said, assuringly.

"No," I muttered, then my head started to clear and I had to decide whether to fess up to Rachel about my big secret or if I should just hold onto it. Some part of me decided for me and I just started talking without thinking, "Yea, yes, my sister is at college. I just, I don't know I'm confused."

"No, I'm confused, Britt," Rachel said and there were tears in her eyes, "Something about an accident and-"

"Don't," I interrupted her, untangling myself from Rachel and sitting up straight, "My sister is at college, there was never an accident, I must've been having some weird dream. Come on let's clean up all this food and get back to my room."

I forced a smile as I stood up from the ground, with no idea how I had gone from sitting on my chair, to the floor, but I didn't want to worry Rachel anymore, so I just pretended everything was fine.

But everything wasn't fine. Why was the past coming back to haunt me now. Now when I'm finally, finally happy.

I guess there's no such thing as true happiness. Or maybe a person only gets it for a couple seconds and I already had mine with Rachel. Now it was all downhill from there.