The Thing Inside

Slowly her eyelids close.

If it were not for the fact that she was not breathing and had blood all over her, she would've looked like she was just sleeping peacefully.

When in reality she was dead, murdered, by none other than me. Its not that I wanted to kill her. In fact I loved this beautiful girl in front of me, but I had no control, I had no control of 'it '.

I told myself to never give up and I didn't. I tried and tried, but 'it' got me and took control. Its gone. For now. But I know it would come back, I know it will take control of me again and take another life with my hands.

I stood up from where I was kneeling and picked her up and looked at her lifeless body. Blood all over her shirt where she was stabbed. In the heart. I could suddenly feel the hot tears starting to form in my eyes as I stared at her.

"I'm so sorry. In never meant to hurt you. I love you!" I said.

Now I was crying.

"Miles!Candy! Im home!"

Someone was here and I know who it was and what was gonna happen when she saw me here with blood on the floor and a bloody knife by my foot while I was holding my dead sister with my bloody hands. I knew my mother would walk in and see what I did. I knew she was going to run and call the cops. I knew she was going to hate me. I didn't care. I hate myself for letting 'it' take control of me. So I didn't move because if I got locked up so will 'it'.