My SISTER is a MURDERER

Chapter 1

Long story short..
The car spun out of control.

Screams.

Heavy breathing.

Blood and body parts.

Tears.

And I had to be the one to witness it all while my twin sister Hale was sound asleep in the back. Why isn't she aware of this? Dad! Where is dad? A piece of his off blue plaid shirt was floating in a pool of blood. Who was it flowing so freely from?

Passers by were emotionless. Walking through the hall of death with blood either dripping, drying or running down a persons body, i saw a guy on the other side. He looked more devastated than i was; after all i wasn't panicking. I had to be dreaming.

He had pale complexion, maybe from all the excitement apparently he alone was experiencing. His hair was messy but fair with blood stains at the front and his eyes were filled with fear and resentment. To me i was invisible to him. I'm guessing he lost someone too.

"This is...an accident!" I heard him say. "This is all my fault."

"Yona", his voice was a breathless whisper, the taste of fear burning his lips. He leaned over her, grasping her shoulders, shaking her with his face etched with anguish, eyes wide brimming with tears.

I gestured closer to where he stood and took a glimpse at the bodies sliced and minced. Bodies weren't intact with their parts. Insides on the outside. He needed someone to pull him from the depths of his nightmare, the depths of his despair.
Deep inside i felt bad for him.

Sadness.

Pain.

All of this was judgement day. We lost ourselves, everything we lived for and the ones who mattered the most.

What was left for me?

What was left for my sister?

What was left for that guy?

The sorrows and the fateful memory of what we once had was all that remained.

When was i going to wake up?

The next thing i heard out of all the silence was, "Liberty! Get up!" Said by a rather bitter voice.

There was a sudden commotion. It was probably the things on top of the bookshelf in my room, shattering. My Maine coon cat, Kitty with her perfectly lined silky flowing gray coat and a long bushy tail wouldn't stop throwing her 12lb body weight on the furniture.

The sudden explosion countered the actions of my cat. I began to worry, "Hale! Hale! Wha-?"

I turned around and walked to see that her clothes was torn as well as her skin. Blood was leaking from every angle. I was too late and there was nothing i could do but stand and watch her waste away in deeper silence.

Hale called again, "Liberty, get up! You're late," She tickled me then started giggling. "Get up."

"What am i late for?" I slowly peeked through my eyes to see Hale all dressed up in pearly white mini dress with gold jewelry and a pair of mustard channel flats."Why are you looking so superb?"

"I'm meeting someone." She said in sarcasm while raising one of her eyebrows.

I sat up quickly with curiosity,"who? Is it Karim again? Hate that guy."

"Just get up Libra! Put on something nice". She looked disappointed.

"Why should i? Lee? Lee?!" I hissed when i realised she was not going to answer.

Even when i was awake i still had a lot of whys, whens and wheres to ask or so it seemed. This didn't make my life complicated at all. I was just angry that i couldn't dream about fairies, ponies, flowers and those weird little things teenagers dream of.

Anything but this.

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