A Brother's Guilt

The Crime

     I ran away from the woods. The knife dripping wet with bright red liquid. Blood. My clothes are covered in it and smell like the fresh scent of it. I dropped the knife and took off my clothes.

I hide behind a tree, cold, naked and alone. Only then do I start crying. I let out a scream that can be heard a dozen miles away. I sobbed as hard as I can. Every time I take a breath, I can still smell the coppery scent of blood. I look at the night sky my vision blurred with tears. I have done something I can never take back.

I killed my sister.