Nine

A SAD MEMORY

I was trembling .

Walking fast to the car park.

As I drove off, heading home.

My head was banging

“Wha could have happen?

How did I kill her?

Fright embedded in me.

I focused on the wheels.

Ten minutes later,

Getting to the mansion where I lived alone with my kid sister.

She’s just 14 years old.

My mouth widened, seeing my sister, Jessica Rolling on the floor.

I had never met her in such an embarrassing position.

She stood up.

Standing in front of me.

“Don’t kill me like you killed her” She yelled, refusing to let me in.

“Killer!” She screamed at me.

There was no blood on my hand. I wasn’t holding ammunition.

I only went to La costa to have fun.

“Talk to me.” I said, leaning towards her.

Her eyes were swollen.

They got really red already.

My mom is hungry, I need to make her food” She growled,heading to the kitchen.

I struggled.

Finally!

Gbi!Gbi!

I heard sound of footsteps.

Trailing my eye to the staircase.

My gaze met with my aunt.

She wore black dress from head to to