I am a Killer.

I killed her.

I sat in there staring at my hands covered in her blood as her lifeless body lies on my floor causing puddles of dark red liquid to spread. A faint devilish smile formed on my face when I looked at the corpse of a girl who used to be so energetic and lively.

Who is the girl on my floor you may ask? Well, she is my sister, Lani. The actual killing part felt almost as a blur. I remember her coming into my room yelling about something dumb, such as a charger or a bag of chips. And in that moment anger filled inside of me and I didn't understand why but all I wanted was for her to feel pain, and lots of it. I turned to my right and spotted my new pocket knife my grandfather gave me for Christmas. The blade was rather big and the handle was wooden with my initials engraved in it. The knife was laying there on my nightstand, just waiting to be pressed into her thin, pale skin.

I stayed calm with my eyes closed trying to tone her voice out. I truly did not intended on actually hurting her, but the thoughts were too strong, I couldn't hold it back any longer. She took a step closer too me and I broke, I couldn't tune her bickering out, it just wouldn't work. That's when I grabbed the knife and forced it into her stomach, through her white and greysweater, right above her belly button. Her mouth fell open as I pulled the knife out, letting the blood run. She grabbed her wound and onto her knees, blood covering her hands . I leaned down to make eye contact with her, I kept stabbing her repeatedly around the same spot before, I even think the blade went through her hand some of the times. I left the metal dagger inside of her stomach the only visible part being the handle which was now stained red.

She still seemed to be barely alive and she was begging me for mercy. That's when I smiled at her innocently, mocking her and placed my foot on her neck causing her air ways to close until she turned blue in the face and marks mimicking the shape of my foot appeared onto her neck.

I enjoyed hearing her groan in pain, beg me for help, and even watching the life being drained from her eyes as she suffers for the last few seconds of her meaningless life.

My mother was at the store, meaning that I only had an hour or so to dispose of my dead sisters body. I pushed her corpse down the steps watching each step hit her continuously causing her to bruise in numerous spots, staining the carpet on her way down.

I followed behind her making sure she got to the bottom of the steps. Then I grabbed her wrists and dragged her through the doorway. I lived in a small house surrounded by trees so the chances of someone seeing us were unlikely. I covered her in any sticks that I could find and sprinted down to the basement to find something to dispose of the body with, I pace around quickly and a pack of lighters and gasoline caught my eye. I snatched them off the workbench and ran back outside.

I poured the gasoline on the wounded body and lit it aflame. I stepped back and admired as bright orange shards of heat take away my sisters body. The fire fascinated me and I couldn't take my eyes off of it, I wanted it to grow.

I slowly look over at the house with a smirk on my face as I think of my next idea, making the decision to burn the whole house down, which would keep the police from searching it. My excuse for my sisters death and my disappearance would be that we got caught in the fire.

First I grabbed 3 matches, I put one in a bush next to the house, one in the mail slot that is in the door, and one on the wooden porch.

I watched the house that I once grew up in burst up in flames. I was so mesmerized by the fire and had to basically pry my eyes off of it, acknowledging that my mother would be back soon.

I made sure to leave my phone at the house so they couldn't track it and I ran, I ran as far as I could into the woods and I didn't turn back.

The night grew darker and darker and I had no where to stay, I didn't even have a phone so I couldn't call anyone.

I recognized the location which I was in and remembered that my friend lived afew minutes away. Amber lived alone and was afew years older then me, so I set off too her house.

I didn't have a watch on me so I had no possible way too tell the time but my guess is it was around midnight or one in the morning when I finally arrived at her house. I admired her house before knocking, the outside seemed modern, just like any normal house, but the inside felt so comforting and warm. She opened the door and I begin fake crying and saying how I ran away so she invited me in and was very welcoming as usual.

She then grabbed a dark blue sleeping bag and set it up in the living room for me to stay in for the night. She insisted that I told her the reason for running away but I ignored her.

I drifted off to sleep as she walked back to her room. I slept horribly and woke up numerous times throughout the night, not because of the fact I murdered my sister, it was because the sleeping bag felt like sandpaper and everytime I moved it scratched me! Like, she could atleast get me a more comfortable sleeping bag, after all, I had just run away.

Finally, when it was morning I woke up to the TV being turned on. I saw my face and my sister on the news, it looked like a missing child's report and I bolted up grabbing the remote out of Ambers hands, praying that she didn't notice the TV. Amber stared at the tv like a deer in headlights as she reached for her phone with her eyes still fixated on the now black screen, most likely to call the number that the news instructed for her to call.

I quickly entered a panic and ran to the kitchen to find anything I could stop her with. A big knife mounted on the wall caught my attention and I pulled it into my grasp. While running back into the living room I thought of an idea to distract her in time for me to kill her. I took the knife and pressed the cold, metal blade, into my stomach making a thin cut which caused a small amount of blood too come out.

I screamed in pain and fell too the ground, attempting to manipulate her. She ran over to me too check what the commotion was coming from. She towered over me, and got on her knees to grab my stomach, holding pressure on the small wound. I grabbed the knife which i was hiding behind me and wedged it into her back causing her to land on-top of me. She weighed a lot more then me but I managed too push her off and stand up. She tried to crawl away but I stabbed her again..and again..and again, each stab going deeper until I was satisfied with the result and the damage that I caused.

I dropped the knife with a sigh of relief, knowing that I wouldn't be caught yet. Then, realization hit me like a train and I began shaking uncontrollably. I felt remorse for hurting someone that was attempted to help me and was kind enough to take me into her house for the night even if the sleeping bag was uncomfortable . I wiped off my face, covered with tears, and convinced myself that it was the right thing to do. I even debated if i should turn myself in, but I decided that it was best to stay on the run.