I stood over her still body. After Jennifer stumbled through the door, I was planning to attack her and begin my intricate plan. She unexpectedly collapsed screaming, "The fire! HELP."
When I touched her skin, it burned under my touch, feeling as there was a fire boiling under the surface. Jennifer's pale skin was turning into a million different shades of red before settling on a dark red that reminded me of a red wine. Her still body began twitching ever so slowly as if she was having a seizure. I began to worry, but then laughed at my compassion towards my sister.
I dragged her body out of the doorway and closed the door shut as soon as my mother said, "Jennifer is that you?"
Knowing that my parents couldn't care less about me, they would find out a way to blame Jennifer's condition on me. I thought about it for a second and then replied in the sweetest voice I could, "Yes it's me."
With all the strength I had, I put Jennifer into her bed and walked off. The plan would begin tonight and I would finally be seen. Jennifer wouldn't experience tomorrow. I would make sure of it.
