Murder in the Mirror Maze

In the Maze...

After about what felt like a life time of waiting, the moment appeared. We both went into the darkened room. What she didn't know was that only one of us would return. She wanted to get out, but I blocked her. I had waited so long for this, I was not going to let this opportunity go. We made our way to the middle. The ceiling was a purpley-red, the same as the floor, but the walls were plain black. I guess It's to create a spooky atmosphere.

'Perfect.' I thought. 'Perfect way to say good bye.'

We go to the middle, and she wasn't happy. 'Can we

please get out?'

'No, of course not, where's the fun in that?'

'PLEASE! GET ME OUT OF HERE!'

'OK, OK. You can go - if you can find your way.' She started running frantically round the room. She was trapped, lost. With no one but her big brother for compfort. Mum and Dad had gone to get something for us to eat - and I was about to put an end to their precious little daughter - to put an end to all my pain and suffering, and an end to their world.

I was guiding her through the maze, keeping her head straight with soothing words. I could feel her trembling - that would all end soon, though. Her breaths were getting heavier as I dragged out the escape.

When I was about to put her to

'sleep', I slowly turned her round. Her skin was pale, but her cheeks were still as red as blood. She was trembling so much I started to quiver. I had no reason to be nervous, though. I looked into her bright, blue eyes. Somehow, the sparkle had left them, leaving fear, and emptyness behind. There were tears forming in the corner of each one. Her lips were scrawny and white. Marrissa had normally been so strong in these types of situations - but this time I could see and feel her breaking - falling apart. And It was all my fault.

I felt so guilty, but I had to. I had to put things right. So, as I turned her round, I put my hand round the back of her head, her hair was flowing and a soft brown. It smelt so clean - so fresh. I put the other on her cheek and leaned forward. I put my lips to her ear and whispered the cold words i've never actually meant before - until now.

'I'm sorry,' I whispered, tears rolling down my cheeks, 'I'm so sorry.' And i violently twisted her neck - and i heard the deathly snap. Marrissa fell to the floor in a heap, and I've never felt so ashamed of myself. She was my sister - who I loved - and i killed her.

'Never again,'

I thought. 'I will never do this again.' However, I am not a person to consider the word 'never'.