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RAIN POURED HARSHLY, the loud echoes of the thunder thrumming in your eardrums, it echoed and echoed until it disappears—before it comes crashing back like a wave of reality as you stared at the frightened face of the girl, hunched over her spot, trembling.
You smiled at the same time the thunder rumbled again. Water cascaded down your cheeks, puddles forming from the liquid that drenched your uniform—it seeped past the thin fabric, clinging into your body like a second skin. It's uncomfortable, but it's the least of your worries right now.
You are drenched in a red liquid, your trusty knife stained with the blood from someone you used to adore. ( Isn't it stupid to think you'll have a happy ending? ). At least she did you a favor: she opened your eyes and made you see how messed up your life really is; you are a bad person and you don't deserve a happily ever after.
On your dominant hand, your fingers curled around the handle of the dull knife ( sharp knives aren't fun; dull weapons are way more enjoyable to use—just seeing their grimaced expressions sparks a sadistic joy inside you ). You tilted her chin upwards, your sharp nails digging on her throat, making her whimper in pain. "It's alright," you cooed, "no one can hear your cries in this storm anyway. Spoken from experience, you can trust me." Then you grinned.
Her pretty face slowly lost color, eyes struggling to stay open.
"Nee-san, I'll look just like you now. Are you proud of me?" You asked her with wide eyes, the tip of your knife tracing her jaw. "You always told me that if I was like you, you would be happy. Are you happy now?"
"(NAME)—"
"Shut up," you said, your childish persona suddenly gone and now replaced with this malicious being who's been brainwashed by their only family. "Don't apologize now, you had your chance. You're too late."
"Why?" She croaked out. Then her face twisted into a scowl, mustering up all the energy she has left to glare at you. Ah, your sister. Always one to find a way to hate you no matter what. "This won't make you happy. You still will be—"
Her scream pierced through the air as her head crashed on the wall with your palm feeling her tears wet your hand.
"They'll . . . hate you."
You giggled. "Oh, I know that, silly!" Your eyes flickered from your knife to her bloodied face. "They deserve better anyway. They're good people. They need to stay away from someone like me—that's what you said, right? Anyways, you're pretty dumb. You fell for my trap hook, line, and sinker—"
"(NAME) . . . ?"
You cursed, gritting your teeth when you heard the voice you most dreaded to hear. This could've ended well, with you and your sister finally free—but he is here and that suddenly became the first in your worries. With bated breath, you whip your head to see him ( your childhood companion, best friend, partner in crime; the only person who stood by you when no one did ), but then, as it turns out, you had a different person in mind, because he is definitely not him.
His mouth curled up into a grin as his eyes gleamed.