Sin

Sometimes I think it's all my fault, but this time I know, I know what I did wrong. And I loved it. This feeling, the ecstasy of having fresh blood on my hands was an amazing feeling. Slowly, I removed the blade from his stomach and slid it teasingly across his throat as he stared up at me in horror. His eyes were already starting to lose their luster, and the muscles in his face began to go slack.

I was almost disappointed that he was done playing, I was just starting to have fun. I twisted the knife, sending it through his flesh, but his reaction was small. A weak cough before he weased his last breath. All my life, this bastard has blamed me for his shortcomings. He blamed me when his wife left, he blamed me when he got fat, and now, he can blame me for his death.

I'll take the blame, that's for sure. If the courts come calling, I'll confess, I don't care. He made my life hell, how bad could jail possibly be? Then again, I enjoyed the feeling of watching the light leave his eyes. The way he begged for mercy was pure bliss, is there something wrong with me? Hell yeah.

Standing over him, I smiled. The blood was quite a pretty red, the dark color suited him in the dimly lit room. Without any self-control, I started giggling, then it turned into a full blown maniacal laugh. Once I had calmed down I left the room, and navigated out of the old building I chased that son of a bitch into.

Walking into the light, I studied my surroundings. It was still evening, the blood covering me would be easily recognized in this light. It would be better to stay hidden, so I quickly jogged toward a back alley. While looking for a place to take cover, I found a little building at the end of the alley. Gripping the blood stained kitchen knife, I headed inside.

It was nice and dark, and a little cold too. I climbed up a short flight of stairs, flinching each time one would creak. It smelled so dusty up there, I couldn't help but cough in my struggle to breath. In the dust and gloom of the loft, I saw something move, and before I knew it I was on my back and a nimble figure was holding a butterfly knife to my throat. The shadowy face leaned in, the smell of death surrounded the air around me.

Surprisingly, I stayed silent, though I felt a small tear slide down my cheek. It took me a moment to realize that it wasn't my own. The figure began sobbing, and when the light struck it's face I saw....her. My little sister, the one I haven't seen for three years, the one I thought was dead, was right here before me. Natalie.

I sat up, fast, my sister flinching away as if scared.

"it's OK," I said, holding my hand out to her. She stopped crying just enough to look at me and wipe a tear away.

She latched onto my blood stained shirt and sobbed.

"I-I was so scared!" She wailed into my chest as I stroked her matted hair. Only when she pulled away did I notice the searing pain in my adomen, I looked down to see the knife embeded in my stomach down to the handle. Blood poured from the wound and I hacked and sputtered, the crimson liquid poured from between my lips.

"Sis -"

"I can't...You can't..." she was sobbing agin, the slight shacking of her body moving the knife ever so slightly, making the pain worse.

"You're just like me." she said, her tears stopped and a smile spread across her face.

"As expected, Jeremy, killing you is the purest pleasure I can feel." she gasped. Her face was the face of a woman racing with ecstacy.

"Don't" I started, reaching up to slid my hand across her rough face, "Please."

"Im sorry big brother." and with that she left me to die, I don't know if it was me going crazy, or somthing else, but while I faded out of conciousness I started to laugh.