Sue's POV // Age 11:
I flicked my head toward the door to see Chrissy walk in. Her hair was breath taking, let alone her face. I've never been more jealous of a person in my life. I guess that's not that hard for me though. I haven't left the house in 3 years. Seeing Chrissy's face really makes my day. I look out the window again, the sky's grey, the grass is mushy, the house is soggy. It's raining. I've never felt rain before, i've always been so afraid of it. I slid my hand on to the damp window. The shock from the cold air alarms me.
"Open up the window." Chrissy simply said.
Chrissy glides over to the window, and opens it up. I hold my breath so I won't get intoxicated with the outside gasses.
"Close it." I sneer.
She takes my hand, and leads it toward the window. I start to shake when my hand makes close contact to the outside world. She smiles because I'm not stopping her. Boy was she wrong. I was just thinking of all the possible ways to hurt her for trying to get me to touch the outside.
"You see Sue, it's not that bad."
I grin, and scream softly. A soft, high pitch screech.
"Sue?"
I drop her hand out of mine, and run toward the bathroom.
"Sue..."
She had no idea what she got herself in to. I scramble to the bottom drawer for my mother's razor. I had already separated the blade for this purpose. I marched out of the door, hiding the blade behind my back.
"Sue, it's ok...Just-"
I couldn't wait to feel her screaming in agony from the aching pain. The feeling of causing so much disruption brings a smile to my face. I expose the blade to her. She's shocked.
"What's wrong Chrissy? Are you scared of a little pain?"
Chrissy doesn't let her eyes off the blade. I lunge forward violently, poking the blade toward her stomach. Chrissy dodges it immediately, and runs over to the window.
"I'll close it!" Chrissy yells finally.
The sound of the window sealing shut is music to my ears. Chrissy stuck out her hand.
"Give it." She orders.
I nod my head innocently, and place the blade in her hand. I couldn't help myself, at all. I lost self control. I applied pressure down on the blade until I felt her skin puncture. There was that scream of agony I've been waiting for. The stench of blood makes the hair on the back of my neck rise.
"Suesen." Chrissy cries, looking at her wound.
I hope it was worse than it looked. I hope it scraped her nerves until they were throbbing numb. I hope her heart was damaged from her own sister cutting open her hand. I hope she feared even the slightest glance of my face. It does seem harsh just for her simple action. It was done with good intentions. However, thats where she's mistaken. She doesn't know the real reason I cut her hand open. Serves that bitch right for taking my sanity.
