Novel & Cerita I Didn't Kill My Sister

The others had found their way to us and he introduced me to them. Later on that day, my dear little sister came out to play. My heart stopped and a lump rested roughly in my throat. I wished it would have been somebody else, but it was her. So young and innocent. Lucas smiled so widely when he saw her skipping around. I felt disgusted. I begged him not to make me kill my own sister, but he still insisted. “It will be worth it, trust me,” he told me, but I didn’t trust him. I finally screamed no, and she turned around to look at me.

“And I am saying this because I know that you wouldn’t kill someone without a good reason.” A growl vibrated in the back of her throat, and she swatted his hand away. “No, George. You don’t know shit about shit. I killed my only sister. I fucking killed her!!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. His jaw almost hit the floor, but he grabbed her by the shoulders, looking into her eyes. “I refuse to believe that you killed her in cold blood. I know your heart; you are pure-hearted and...” She pushed him away, shaking her head.

My entire body felt like it had been torn apart and stitched together by someone in a hurry. Nobody was there, probably because no one cared if I lived or died. By the time my father finally came in, he announced that my sister had passed away in the car crash. I glanced down at my hands, and all I could see was red. He said I killed my sister. He also said I should have died instead of Ivy. To make everything worse, I couldn't remember anything from that night. I couldn’t recall how my sister died. But every single time I glanced down at my hands, I saw blood. Fingers had been pointed at me so much, that I now believed them all.

I wanted to speak but the guilt that I had buried, was now eating me. “Why didn't you tell me?” I screamed not caring about anything. “Tell what? What did you want me to tell?” He gritted out. “That I killed your sister!” I bit back as fresh tears rolled down. “No. You did not,” he said as his eyes welled up, and shook his head vigorously denying the truth. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I screamed and slumped down. It was his sister. I let someone die. I sobbed staring at my hands. The same hands which were covered in blood eight years ago.

But the ashes in his arms told him the brutal truth. I was gone. The tears came again. He crumpled to his knees on the carpet, sobbing. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He remembered the despair in my eyes when they told me about carrying on both family lines. The agony on my face when I signed away my parental rights. The helplessness when he held me under the water in that bathtub. It all crashed over him like a tidal wave, drowning him. "It was me. I killed you." He slapped himself across the face. Then his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed.

He wondered what he had done so wrong. He killed his beloved dog for me, kicked out all the dogs he kept, distanced himself from other long-legged beauties, and even married me. I sliced through a bloody steak. I looked at him tied to an electric chair and said coldly, “I love watching my prey die slowly. I’ve been doing it since I killed my first bird at the tender age of three. “Too bad that I don’t have any prey around anymore. I kind of forgot what that felt like. But Dominic, you’ve helped me find that part of myself again.”

It turned out everything was because of my wonderful elder sister. Eleanor was three years older than me and worked in genetics research. She claimed that, through big data studies, she had ample evidence proving I was a born troublemaker. She told our mother that I had dissected frogs alive as a child. Not only that, but she also alleged that any dead mice or cats found around our home were my doing. She even presented numerous case studies she had found that stated that people like me were born without empathy but with high IQs. This explained my cold personality and good grades.

She passed out. “You killed your sister! Someone call the police!” “What a classic day.”

"Why're you still pretending not to remember everything you've done? You make me sick, putting on a face like that after what you've done." "I really didn't make a mistake; I'm not a murderer!" "Are you still pretending not to remember what you did to my sister? You killed her. You're the one who killed my sister!" "I-I didn't kill your sister!"

I held a little to tell him everything I knew and the remorse you feel \" Yes, I killed her when I decided to travel and leave her alone, and I know the severity of his attachment to me. I killed her when she acted selfishly and sought to fulfill my dreams ، I killed her every time I set an example for her to act like me to be the end when I neglected to protect him ، Even your love for her killed him before you knew about him and she decided that like me she does not think about the link until she finishes her studies ، On the contrary, she always dreamed of living in a small and warm house and getting a loving husband and children, right. She is my mother, Harry. I killed my sister ، I h