I looked at her eyes, searching for nothing and everything. I searched for a demon capable of a crime so gruesome. I searched for a monster incapable of hiding itself from the preying eyes of the jury. Instead, I found a broken, numb girl, lost and...
"It all started six years ago when I found my dear little dog Hubbard lying in the middle of the kitchen.
The poor guy was tied up with ropes, the whole house stinking of burnt flesh.
I immediately knew who was behind the ugliest visuals I had ever seen in my life.
Errum stood leaning at the door, looking at the dog like it was nothing unusual.
'Did you fucking...burn my dog?! ARE YOU SICK?'
I wanted to hug my dog and cry my eyeballs out. But the flesh stunk so bad I could hardly go near him. The tears did not roll down, I clenched and unclenched my fist. The emotion I felt was not grief for my dog, rather anger towards my eleven year old crazy bitch little sister.
I could've took the knife and stabbed her right then and there. I had it in me. I regret it now. I should've done it.
But I decided I wasn't going to make this easy for her. She tortured my dog so bad before he died a gruesome and ugly death, why should she be let go easily while I rot behind the bars? I might've been red with anger but I wasn't fucking crazy.
So I decided to take my revenge over the years. Slowly, eating up every bit of Errum's existence. She was the ultimate social pariah, everyone hated her, as they should. She couldn't even form coherent sentences together. And you know what, she deserved every, every single bit of it. Every single bit.
It wasn't only about my dog, no. Though that was my limit, but I was fucked over by her and that bloody woman we called mother every single day of my life. Errum, Errum, Errum that's all she knew! I was the straight A student. I was the ideal daughter. I took care of her when she came home drunk at 5 in the morning. I changed her sheets after wild nights with men that touched us in places they shouldn't. I fed Errum, helped her with homework, dropped her to school as a teen doing every single job my worthless and negligent mother was supposed to do!
And what did she give me in return? Indifference. Neglect. All. My. Life. But wait. That wasn't all. She also paid me attention, to hate me. That woman was a fucking bully. I was an overweight teen. How many days had she spent ridiculing me for how disgusting I looked with my double chin and ugly pimples? How often had she told me to kill myself for being the ugliest kid on the planet? 'You look just like your father, like that rotten parasite he was, homeless and roaming around the streets of London now, I s'ppose'- she used to sneer.
Errum was the bitch. She was the one with a temper, the feisty one, the psycho who likes to cut open and torture animals. And yet, she was the one mum ADORED. I don't know why was she so obsessed with Errum! Why did she chose her above every single person on the planet? I too was her daughter, wasn't I?
I tried my best to be good. To be the best daughter to the worst mom. I barely had friends so her love, her respect, her opinion was important to me. I decided I would give it my all, clean up her mess, do her chores, help her out, then maybe she'll see that I was the daughter she needed in her life all along, not that bitch Errum.
That was untill one day, when her bullying had led me to diagnosed anorexia, I had snapped back. Back at her for treating me like a piece of shit. And then she revealed the real reason behind the profound hate she held against me.
'I treat you like a piece of shit that's because you are a piece of shit! You're my worst nightmare, Alayna I bloody want to kick you out of my sight!'
'IF YOU HATE KIDS SO MUCH WHY DID YOU HAVE US!' I had screamed, my face red with anger and tears.
'I never wanted you, girl. NEVER. Your father was a rapist. You get that? A bloody rapist. I see him in you. You have his eyes. The eyes I would KILL to rip off ANY DAY. When I look at you all I see is the worst day of my life, and the worst demon I have ever seen. I should've aborted you, I KNEW I should've. But I had to use you to keep that motherfucker Amir to keep me feeding. If he knew what you were, he'd have abandoned me on the streets and all both of us would be dead and Errum wouldn't exist.'
That was the day I knew it would never work. No matter what I did. Mum would never look at me with anything more than disgust and regret for not killing me before I was born.
But I just couldn't accept my fate. I had to divert my revenge somewhere, and so I did. To the woman who wronged me forever, and to the girl whose existence was way more glorious than mine, no matter how much I tried.
My 15 year old self started devising an elaborate plan, for the success of which, we are all here."
Alayna Hassan strained her neck with an air of pride. The whole courtroom went dead silent.
Amir Hassan, sitting at the end of the courtroom, fought tears at all the memories of the love Saara had showered on him. Turns out, it was just her feeding herself and her children using 'motherfucker Amir'. Alayna wasn't even his daughter. It was all a lie.
Errum gulped as the horrific colors of Alayna came alive in front of her. All this time she had opposed the idea that Alayna could ever want anything other than the best for her. And here Errum was, listening to her dearest person confess to causing the greatest distresses of her life. She teared up as Alayna called her names, and so easily expressed disgust for her, as if all the nights she had spent consoling and being there for a broken and weeping Errum was a lie.
Errum had burnt Hubbard because he was already dead. She found him dead on their lawn and decided for some unknown reason to experiment how burnt flesh looked like, she had never seen those. That was the twisted mind of 10 y/o Errum that she was ashamed of later, for causing pain to her dear sister.
Beside Errum sat Sean Brown, rubbing his non existent stubble. He still couldn't believe he had found a psychopathic killer attractive. He had been all over the papers in the last few days because of his win in one of the biggest cases of the year, and refused to represent Alayna in the court. The evidence was too much to look away from. Alayna Hassan had did it.
He had enjoyed all the publicity, and it felt good seeing his client free. But what she was experiencing now was doing great damage that she definitely did not deserve. Sean sighed and looked over to Eyzah Malik.
Eyzah and Jake sat side by side, awestruck and stunned like every other person in the courtroom. Eyzah still couldn't believe how the innocent looking, sweet and caring elder sister was this sinister underneath her facade.
Everyone waited impatiently for Alayna to continue her confession as she fetched a quick glance to Errum and tucked her hair behind her ears.
"I began structuring my plans. I couldn't change my sweet persona and risk them getting suspicious. So I kept on with all their tantrums, supported them, and took all the troubles on my shoulders like I always did. But underneath, the wheels of my plans were already in motion."
A/N:Tadaa!!! Here's our sweet, sweet, psycho. I revealed the murdereeeeerrr yayyyyyyy
As an animal lover myself, writing the first part was terrible so I kept it as straight forward as I could and also gave a justification for Errum for my own mental satisfaction:3
Thoughts on Alayna as murderer? Was it predictable?
Pinterest girl gone wrong oH nO:3
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