SISTER

8

Just a for a second, her head was free.

Bezalel knew it wasn't going to last.

They were way more louder, giving her a headache. Her heart was beating as if she ran around the world.

"KILL HER!"

"DO IT NOW!"

"STOP BEING A PUSSY!"

It sounded as if her father was yelling at her. Bezalel never wanted to hurt her sister, Blair was a treasure whom she loved dearly.

But anything to get the voices out of her head would make it easier to love, right?

She couldn't even think about killing her sister, she loved her too much. Her voices said other wise.

Nothing was helping, she wanted to go back to her mother, her sister, those happy times when she wasn't suffering like this.

The sharp rock she once hit over her own head looked as if staring at her, telling her what to do.

As the voices got louder, bezalel held her head in her hands rocking backwards and forwards on the ground. A rush of adrenaline hit, she grabbed the sharp bloody rock.

With nothing but a slight smile and anger swimming in her blood, she was going to kill her.

Walking was hard, tripping over everything. Not being able to focus considering she couldn't even think. But that didn't take the smirk off her face.

She knew the path home, the one she took all that time ago. The window got closer and closer and the voices got louder and louder. Twitching and winching at every sound.

But bezalel didn't stop walking. Slowly turned into jogging until, she go to her beloved sisters room.

'Beloved?' She thought. 'No she betrayed me!'

With no regrets she climbed through the wide window making as small of sound as possible.

Reaching her sisters bed, she lifted the rock in her hands. Her hands had scratches and cuts all over them. Leaving them to bleed.

Her arms were dirty, covered in dirt. Blood ran down her shoulder to her finger tips.

Her legs just as filthy and bloody. Almost every inch of her body was just as filthy as her head.

With all the force she had left in her, bezalel slammed the sharp rock into her sisters chest.

Blood flowed out of her resting body. Dying bezalels hands dark red. Again she hit her sisters chest with the sharp pointy rock.

Over and
Over and
Over and
Over and
Over

The voices were floating around her head like a fly that wouldn't leave her alone. Tears streamed down bezalels face like a waterfall. As she smashed the rock into her sisters head.

She screamed and cried as the blood from her sisters body spread around her room, splashing on to her dirty hospital gown. The rock had turned bright red.

Like a sigh of relief the voices faded into the sounds of the silent night.

Bezalel held the rock in the air frozen in shock. She had killed her, her Blair.

The rock fell on her floor and out of her grasp. Sniffing bezalel fell down to her knees. She just now started to realise what she had done. Her selfish self let her sister die!

She looked at her blood covered shaky hands, she placed them over her sisters body. Tears ran down her face.

"No no no, Blair? Please wake up." She shook her pale body.

"No! No Blair what have I done!" She cried, nothing could've happened to her If bezalel had died. But a part of Bezalel was happy she killed her.

Just then she heard almost a creak. A shine of light came over her body. The sound of  Blair's blood dripping of her bed onto the floor became louder. The light was overcome by a figure.

"Bezalel?" Her mother, her voice shaky and quiet.

Bezalel had a smile plastered on her face, her thoughts telling her what to do next.

"Hello mother."