Reprisal |✔️

Chapter four

I stood at the corner of the room. Paramedics and the police were everywhere. I looked around at the disorganized room that I thought Arielle was putting in place. Her school bag was flung to one side of the which was so unlike my ever organized sister.

Our parents were at the entrance, dad held mum's hand as they both cried. I was speechless and numb.

Arielle was dead.

She died of asphyxiation, the same thing I'd hoped for to happen to me. Why did it have to be her?

I wiped back a tear as they took her body and all other evidences of the crime committed out, leaving my parents and I in the room.

I went to the small bed that had Arielle's body just few moments ago and sat on it. I grabbed her bedspreads and held them tightly in my hands. I looked around the bed and took her pillow, bringing it close to my nose. I sniffed it as though it made any sense. It only smelled of the avocado hair wash she got on our sixteenth birthday.

She gave me one as a gift. It still lay in my drawer, untouched after seven months. She was always trying to please me but I turned a blind eye to all her advances.

It all came to me. Why did I hate my sister so much when all she did was try to make me happy? I only transferred the hate I had for our parents to her.

I hate to admit it but I enjoyed her company, even though we did not talk much. Her being around brought a sense of protection and a little bit of happiness to me. I realized her value now that she was dead.

I did not hate her. No, I didn't. She just did not understand me. No one did. She always did not speak up for me when I needed her to. She always turned away when the other kids bullied me, saying she did not want to get in trouble. I loved her. I just wanted her to stay around more.

Tears escaped my eyes and I hugged her sheets tighter, not willing to let them slip. My sister was dead and we did not even create any memories.

They say your thoughts come to pass sometimes. All I'd ever done was wish her dead and it finally came to pass. I killed her with my morbid thoughts.

Our mother sniffed and wiped her eyes. "Don't think we did not know you did it. We heard your doorknob turn yesterday night." She glared at me with red eyes as she spoke.

My head pounded.

How could she say that! That I murdered my sister. Why would I ever do something as barbaric as that. Fine, I usually imagined crazy scenes but all that was in my head. I didn't kill my sister. I did not! I stared at her with confused eyes and swallowed.

"We will not turn you over to the police, your punishment is in our hands." Father said sternly and held his wife's hand, both of them saying soothing words to each other.

I was not scared. I stared defiantly at them, Arielle's sheets still in my grip which was now tighter than before.

I thought of the ginger head boy. He killed my sister. I would do the same to him. He would die the same way my sister did. I made a firm resolution.

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