Because I love you

Because of love

The first one was Alice; dark, loud, little Alice. Although I couldn't really call her little anymore, seeing as she was three inches taller than me standing flat foot. I made her's quick, but then again I made them all quick. I used a pillow on her because she was my first, my roommate, the first person I saw in the morning and the last at night, and I loved her. So I couldn't let my face be the last one she saw, because I loved her.

So I used a pillow. It was quick and quite and clean.

Just like Alice.

Next was Abby. Abby and Alice, the twins. They used to be so happy together, before it all happen. Before everything changed. Abby was nothing like Alice now, where Alice was clean Abby had to be told several times that something was dirty before she would do anything about it. Alice was quick with her work, being done with it in time to go off with her friends and still be back by curfew. Abby could have hours to get ready and still be late. That is why I used a knife. I stabbed her right in the chest, piecing her heart and watching as it came to a slow, messy stop. Alice and Abby the twins. In a sense both were my fist, because I loved them

After the twins came the baby, my little baby sister Kate. Oh, how she was always trying to act older then she was. Mimicking our patterns in speech and attitude. She became quite the little demon, glaring at teachers who she found stupid and criticizing the other children with her sharp tongue, often times leaving them in a mess of tears and confusion. that is why I cut her throat, because I loved her. And as I watched her lay there trying to speak with her second smile brightly shown in red I hushed her sweetly and tolled her "Big sister loves you."

Once I was finished with the girls came the hared part, Luke. Luke wasn't like the girls, he was my brother and knows me well. If I were to come in to his room so late he would know something was wrong, even if I wasn't covered in our sisters lovely blood. So instead of going to him, I had him come to me. It wasn't hard, not at all. All I had to do was send a simple text, a text saying that I needed help with my computer. Luke was always good with computers. When he came to my room I made sure to stand by the wall, away from the light because Luke was very good at hiding. I came from behind him, wrapping the chord of an old game controller around his neck tightly, because Luke was very good at games. I held tight as he slowly stopped struggling and some time after because Luke was very stubborn. Once I was sure my brother had joined the others I placed him in my bed. Because I loved him.

Lastly I walked to my father's door and opened it slowly. My father had always been a light sleeper, that had been a problem when we had been younger. He would always wake up if we had tried to do anything at night, but as I stood in his door he lay sleeping in his bed and I knew what I had to do. Leaving the door open I walked to the living room and there I sat on the couch with a blade in my hand. Slowly I lifted it to one arm, then the other, drawing identical lines down them. As I sit bleeding on the couch I watch as my blood covered the now dried blood of my sister's. With my blood I left a message to my father and as the world around me started to go black I used the last of my strength to fill my lung and scream. I screamed and screamed and screamed till I could not scream any more, and as I lay there getting colder and colder I watched as my father came from his room. I smiled because I knew he would understand. With that thought I let the darkness take me, knowing he would see because on the wall written in my blood were five simple words.
"Because I didn't love you."