Tragic Little Girl

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This afternoon, I've pushed Liam in the pool. He fell and started gulping, but he screamed out loud. Dad and mom hurried over here. Mom sobbed because she thought that Liam drowned. He didn't. The doctor came. Liam is well now. He asked for a biscuit and mom gave one to him. He asked for another one. However, it's seven o' clock, the time for bed. She gave him another one anyway. Liam was a happy and appreciative child. Regarding the fact that he fell in the pool, everyone asked him questions. Mom asked him how he fell, if he had slipped. Liam said yes, he tripped over. I wondered for a while why he said that, but that thought faded away soon enough. I started over again.

Although, if he hadn't said that I was the one who pushed him, it's probably because he knows mom is terrified of complaints. The other day, when I strangled him with a jumping rope, he went to complain to mom saying: "It was Charlotte who strangled me like this!", mom gave him a horrible spanking and told him: "Never do something like this again!". And when dad came back, mom told him about it and dad became very angry. Liam was deprived of life. But he understood and this time, as he said nothing, mom gave him a slice of cake. I also asked for some, 8 times, but she was acting like she can't even hear or see me. Is it because she is doubting me of pushing Liam into the pool?

Before, I was kind with Liam, because mom and dad spoiled me just as much as him. When he got a toy car and I got a doll, they wouldn't give him any sweets without giving me. But, since 1 month, mom and dad had completely changed their behavior with me. There's only Liam. They continuously kept giving him gifts without stopping. It didn't suit his character. He was always a bit capricious, but now he's become abhorrent. Always asking for this and that. And mom always yields. Really, in a month, I think they scolded him only at that jumping rope incident. And that, is ludicrous, for that one time, it wasn't his fault! I asked myself why mom and dad, who loved us both, ceased to concern themselves to me. You could say I'm not even their daughter anymore. When I kiss mom, she doesn't even smile, dad too. When they go on a walk, I go with them, but they don't take care of me. I can play near the pool as much as I want, it's theirs. Liam is the only one who thinks of me, but he often refuses to play with me. I asked him why mom behaved like this with me. I didn't want to talk about it with him, but I failed to stop myself. Liam looked down on me, with this sly look to deliberately make me feel angry, and he told me that it's because she didn't want to hear about me. I told him it's not true. He insisted that it is, it's because he heard mom tell dad: "Never, ever do I want to hear talking about her again!".

That was the day when I strangled him with a jumping-rope. After that, I was so outraged, despite the spanking he got, I went to his room and told him that I'd murder him. This afternoon, he told me that mom, dad and him would be going overseas and wouldn't bring me. And he grinned with making a funny face. So, I pushed him into the pool.

They're all sleeping now. In a moment, I went to his room and this time, he wouldn't even have the time to scream, I had the jumping-rope. He had left it near the pool and I picked it up. Like this, mom and dad would have to go without him. Later, I went to sleep all alone, in this vile garden, inside this lousy black box where I've been sleeping for about a month now.