To my aunt Lily,
I was at my sister's home for a social visit. I was slightly drunk but that's not why I did it. I found myself in front of Belle's room. I didn't knock, I slunk into her room and before I knew it I had all her cash, silver and valuables of all sizes and worth at my fingertips. I was about to leave when she found me. I was scared out of my mind. I didn't know what to do. I took my gun and raised it to her head. I don't remember where I got the gun, all I knew was that I had one. She looked at me and he said, "Ash." She said my name with a tone that you would use to calm an angry dog. I cry as I pen these words, and my heart is filled with remorse. She said calmly, "Ash you don't have to do this." That's when I snapped. I did have to do it, and I did. My gun was still pointed at her head and I pulled the trigger, ending her life. I can still hear the bang of the gun and I can still see her lifeless body falling to the ground with a thud. I grabbed all the money and valuables and I fled. It was me, it was me the whole time. I killed my sister. I hope one day you can forgive me. I had no choice but it was all my doing. I pulled the trigger. I shot her. She's never coming back and it's all my fault. I ran to a casino to pay off all my debts, then I ran away. I knew the police would be after me soon, anyone could have heard the gunshot. Anyone could have notified the police.
Now my life is crashing, spiraling out of control. Now I write to you my aunt, in hopes that you can help me, and try to forgive me. I know I have done wrong and I hate myself for doing all of this: for playing poker, for losing. I hate myself, but I don't hate you my aunt. I think of you when my life becomes unbearable. I'm on the run from the law and every passing day is a game of hide-and-seek. After you read this please burn the letter so that no one can read of my wrongdoings and find me.
-Ash
