I finally did it, I killed my sister. Oh she had it coming and she knew it. She was always in my things and never gave me any privacy.
I would always catch her wearing my clothes, my jewelry, shoes, etc. It was constant with her. Oh and don’t get me started with her always wanting to follow me to school, it drove me crazy.
But the worst, the absolute worst thing she did, was listen to my conversations on the phone,
whether it was with a friend (she had the audacity to consider my friends hers as well) or even worse when I was talking to boys.
I was always telling her to get her own life as she was ruining mine.
I did it with poison this summer day while our parents are at work. Probably not the most efficient way but it got the job done.
It was the kind that just makes you go to sleep and never wake up. I put it in my food because more times than not she would eat my food.
After she ate it, she looked at me a little perplexed as to why I wasn’t eating as well and I told her what was about to happen.
She understood and told me that she still loved me before falling asleep. She was always the loving and caring one so I guess that made me Mr Hyde but is it to much to ask to have my own life?
The shitty thing about all this is that I’m not sure how much time I have left. The doctors said we couldn’t live without each other and that’s why they couldn’t separate us at birth.
At least I’ll enjoy the last moments of my life alone and free from her.