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Please don't do this, sister! You need me! Kammi had cried with her desperate, dying breaths.
I let out a strangled sob as I looked at the blood that coated my hands, I scrubbed them raw but still my sister's blood didn't come clean, seemingly staining my hands forever like the memory would my brain.
Who are you? Bernice had said, looking at me terrified, like I was some monster.
My gaze drifts to my reflection in the mirror, blank blue eyes stare back at me. I look as bad as I feel, I'm covered head to toe in dirt and blood. I don't recognize the girl in mirror, she's a stranger.
I don't know who I am anymore. The person who I once was is a distant memory.
The girl I once was...she's dead. Gone. Just like my sister and my father. I killed them all.
I angrily wiped the tears that escaped against my will, only managing to smear my face with blood. I feel like all I ever do is cry. It makes me feel weak and pathetic. I hate it.
You're more like me than you realize, sister. I just needed to show you.
I kept trying to tell Kammi that looks and shared blood were the only things we had in common but I realized it now, the only person I was trying to convince was myself.
I tried so hard to be a good person. I really did.
I felt numb, I felt the numbing darkness that I had tried to keep buried all this time, slowly starting to corrupt every part of my being.
Kammi was right, I am everything like her. I'm a monster, a murder.
I've become everything I despise. I've become her.
Even in death, Kammi had won.
She had wanted me to be just like her, had wanted me to be her own perfect little mirror image, her disciple.
She got what she had wanted in the end, she took everything away from me. I have nothing, I have no one, I'm alone and I have blood on my hands.
I'm a monster, a murderer.
I'm just like her.