Death Avenue

The Truth

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*Anna's POV*

"Amber?" The house is oddly quiet. Some eerie vibes if you ask me.

My sister saunters down the stairs. She sternly glares at me.

"We need to talk Anna. Come upstairs." I nod and follow her up the stairs. She's never this serious. What could have happened? She sits on the bed. I lay on my pillow.

"What is-" She doesn't even let me finish.

"Anna, tell me the truth." What?

"The truth about wh-"

"Anna, tell me the truth! What have you done?"

"What are you talki-" She grabs my shoulders and looks me in the eyes. Her nails are digging into my skin.

"Ethan! Zara!" Zara? Ethan? Ethan. No. She couldn't know.

"What about Ethan? Zara? What did I do to Zara?"

"You know what you did." She says this with a grimace.

"Let go of me Amber. Now!"

"No! Tell me the truth." I'm going to kill her if she does not let go of me.

"Let. Me. Go!" I shove her, hard. She falls to the ground, but she gets up with haste. She glares at me with disdain.

"You know where they are. Who knows what happened with Emily?" Oh, just forget it.

"You really want to know what happened? Do you really want to know?"

"Yes, I sure do."

"I killed them. I killed them all! Okay, so leave me alone."

*Amber's POV*

What? She did what?

"What did you say?"

"I killed them. Are you happy?" Anna. She was so innocent.

"Even Zara?"

"No way. Wait, what about Zara?"

"Nothing." She can't hurt Zara. She cannot. She must be the only one who knows.

"Turn yourself in Anna. You are sick and you are my sister. Please just give yourself up."

"Or else what Amber? You'll call the police? *chuckle* Or even worse kill me? Give it a try." What happened to her?

"Please Anna. You need real help. He was your boyfriend for crying out loud!"

"Okay! He did not care about me. Emily never cared. She only wanted to be my friend just to get to you." Me?

"This is not my fault. No one could control that girl's feelings."

"Shut up! Shut! Up! You are the source of all my problems." She starts tugging on her hair.

"Stop! Anna stop it." I reach to help her, but she just pushes me away.

"Don't you dare touch me." That's enough. I reach into my pocket to grab my phone. It drops. Oh, shoot!

"Are you- did you- but you are my sister. I knew you never cared."

"I'm doing this because I care Anna."

"Lies! You just want me out of the way. You just want mom and dad to yourself. You want everything to yourself."

"What? I already told you. I love you and they love you. Anna, you need to unde-"

"Understand? Understand what Amber? No one ever loved me. Can't you get that through your thick, perfectly shampooed head? You are the one everyone knows. I'm just "Amber's sister." That is exactly why you need to go." Go?

"What?"

"Did I stutter? You are my one problem. It is you, Amber Davis. You." She starts walking towards me. I grab the jacket and dart down the stairs. I hear her footsteps quickly hurrying after me. I jump over the railing half way down and run towards the kitchen. I grab the knife and turn around.

"Anna! Stop!" She continues walking towards me.

"Amber. Can I be honest with you? You always annoyed me. You are the cliche of a high school teenager."

"You know what, f*ck you Anna. All I ever did was love you and this is how you repay me."

"F*ck you too Amber. I'm going to make sure you die slow."

I look at the backdoor. She looks from me to the backdoor. I dash to the door. She catches up to me and yanks my hair back. The sudden attack causes me to drop the knife. No!

"This is what happens to people who think they're on such a high horse." I kick and scream. I continue to kick and scream. I grip her arms and dig my nails into her skin. She let's go of my hair. I quickly turn around and kick her in the side of her knee. I get up and run for the backdoor. She catches up.

I was so close. I feel her grab the back of my head.

She smashes it onto the backdoor, hard.

"Get off me!" I elbow her in the head, but she quickly trips me.

"Not so fast." She stomps me in the leg. I shriek loudly.

She breaks the stool over the counter. I try to get up, but I can't.

She walks towards me with the stool's wooden leg in hand.

"Anna.." I can barely even get the words out of my mouth. I have a miserable headache. My leg is so numb.

"Shut up! You are done. It's over."

She raises the piece of wood in her hand.

Everything goes black.