Bloody Little Stories

My Little Sister

"W-Why are you doing this?" the blonde screamed at me. She was backed up against the wall, my bloody machete in my hand, my knuckles white from gripping it so tightly. I wasn't fully there, I wasn't fully aware of myself.

"Because she can't be alone. My little sister needs a friend" I said in a monotone voice that sounded distant to my own ears.

I closed in for the kill, her screames pierced my ears but I simply ignored them. No one was going to take away the happiness of my sister. She needs a friend.

I cut off the girls head in a swift swipe, a clean cut. Blood started to squirt and ooze everywhere but it doesn't matter. I made sure to kill her in the waterheater room, the same place Harley died all those years ago. I fell to my knees and let out a sob, I could no longer feel guilt for the crimes I commit, but I do feel the pain of my sister being taken away from me so swiftly.

"There, there. It's okay, you gave me a friend sissy, you're the best and I love you" a voice said. I turned around and saw the ghost of my little sister behind me, patting my back and hugging me. I hugged her back lightly so I wouldn't go through her.

"I love you too, Harley. I love you too. Now go play, I have to clean up the mess before he gets home" I told her, she stepped back and nodded, her long dark brown hair bouncing with each nod. She slowly disappeared and I slowly stopped sobbing. But I did sit there and stare at the place where my little sister was just standing.