They say copycats are just jealous. Maybe they are. But when it comes to murder, can someone really become jealous? Ah, who am I kidding? Of course you can.
My brother murdered his mum... and then his dad.
So I thought I'd play the part of good little sister, following in her brothers' footsteps. Only, I couldn't murder my birth parents as he'd already beat me to the job. So who's left? Oh, right, my adoptive parents.
The parents that took me away from my messed up family, away from the one city I could ever call home.
But that's in the past. They're dead now. By my hand. I thought it only fair to give them a slow, agonising death as they cared so much for me. I still remember it, clear as day. Well, it was only a couple of months ago.
I'd tied them both up, strapped them to the kitchen chairs. They were begging for their lives, of course, but I wouldn't break. I couldn't be stopped. I was too deep in by that point.
With their mouths bound shut by scarves I'd tied tightly around their heads, they could only plead with their eyes. Their tired, dreary eyes.
They cried and cried as I slit their necks.
It was a quick, clean job. Though it did take me almost a week to sanitise the kitchen once again.
The stench never left, though.
To this day, if you were to go back to that house and stand in that kitchen, you could catch a scent of the metallic iron lingering in the air.
A scent strong enough to make you turn around and never look back.
A scent vile enough to bring back your most haunted memories, hidden in the back of your mind.
Do you know what I mean?
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Gotham: Jemma's Diary (v1)
General FictionGotham isn't a place for just anyone. Gotham is a city for only the strongest people; for the survivors of an apocalypse. It's no city for the weak and vulnerable. But Jemma isn't weak. And she's not alone. Introducing Jemma Valeska; sister of the...
