Avenge him

Guns And Bullets

Murderers POV

My heels clicked on the cold, metal floor. Walking over to a chair, I sit down. I have a little time to myself tonight, so I start thinking. I wasn't always the psycho bitch I am now. I was actually nice, and all for the law.

*flashback seven years*

" Amelia you don't need him. It's his loss anyway." a nineteen year old me comforts my 21 year old sisterAmelia.

She just shakes her head no. "No if I can't even be good enough for the great Drew Powell for him to cheat on me then god damn it who will I ever be good for?" she kicks a chair across the room and it shatters to pieces on the orphanage door.

My parents had left us at Rosemary's orphanage when I was two and Amelia was four. They had been too high all the time I've heard, too wild for two kids, but I'm not bitter for I've met great people and was incredibly well cared for. Amelia had watched over me with her life, even through her anxiety disorder and quick temper.

This streak of sadness crosses over her eyes that were already filled with tears as she walks to her dresser.

"No Amelia. You can't go back down this road, we've come so far."

She turns to me slowly and I fully see the guilt in her face.

"No. YOU'VE come so far, while my life has turned into shit with one one night stand after the other. I NEED this."

She opens the top drawer to pull out the familiar switch blade she had promised to throw out years ago, and makes her self comfortable on the bed.

I scream out for help for my sister, but no one ever does because that's when I realize that I actually wasn't yelling a thing. I was incapable of yelling out for I was so used to the turmoil of these random times where Amelia felt the need to cut. To just feel SOMETHING.

One slice on her arm turned into four and she places the blade back in the drawer, avoiding eye contact with me.

"You didn't scream." All I could do was run up to her and give her a hug.

"You're still my sister and I will never understand why you do this but I still love you."

"Thank you." Amelia whispered before she lays her chin on the top of my head.

"Here let me clean you up." I ran down the hall of the orphanage to the hospital ward to grab a huge band aid and gauze, along with other materials to clean up the mess.

"Hey Amelia I got every-" my words cut off as I realize that I'm alone in our room. Once again. The window to our room had been left wide open and cold air began to chill the room. The chill made the sickly green curtains rise up into my face as I attempt to jump out like I know Amelia had.

This wasn't the first time she snuck out and I know where she is going.

Bottles.

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Plot twists!!! Secrets are coming out in shocking new ways! ;)

Just as an update, the story will be coming to a close soon. I really enjoyed the story and hope you guys did too

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