I start laughing over my sister's body. Tears mix with blood on my face as I fall to the ground, laughing. Then, I realize what I just did. My eyes widen and I sob over her corpse. I stand and drag her body to the edge of the forest. I dig a hole.
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I throw the last dirt onto the pile. I grab a rock. I carve my sister's name into it. I set the rock down and bend down to one knee. I stab two knives into the ground. I pull my knives out of the ground and walk back to the house.
I run into my room. A voice pops into my head. Why don't you kill your ex? A sweet smile spreads across my face. I walk over to my closet and open it. I pull out my best dress. I walk into the bathroom and shower the blood and dirt off. I get out and pull on the dress, curling my hair. Rain pours from the black sky. I place the dirtied knives back into my boots. I pick up the matches and hold them up to my curtains and my bed. I throw three onto the carpet and walk out the back door.
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I walk up to the door and knock. My ex answers the door.
"Can we talk?" I ask. He nods and invites me in. I look around, noticing no parents. "Where are your parents?"
"On a date." He explains, shortly. He leads me into his bedroom. He sits on his bed and I close the door, locking it. I walk up to him. "What did you want to talk about?"
"Oh, nothing." I say, smiling. He looks at me curiously. I pull the knifes out of my boots. "I just came to say goodnight."
He backs into the wall next to his bed. I crawl over to him and stab both the knifes into his chest. I twist them, puncturing both his lungs so he can't scream. I smile as I watch him.
"Goodnight." I whisper, pulling out the knifes. I walk out of his back door.
I stand idly in the field before the forest. I stare at the line of trees. Something inside me is calling me into the forest. Another thing telling me to stay and go to the police. I discard the latter thought.
I run into the forest, laughing. I make it to a clearing and sit in the middle.
I stab the knifes into the ground. My wet body shivers. I smile, looking up at the sky. I lay onto my back and stare into the sky. I pull the knifes out of the ground and examine them.
I pull off my boots and gloves, looking at the bandages around my wrists. Then, the ones on my feet and ankles. They suck in the water that falls from the sky.
I stare at the knifes. No one would miss me. I killed everyone who cared. They are in a better place now. I feel something run through my blood. A feeling that I can't describe.
I. . . killed.. them. They are dead. A voice pops into my head. No one would miss you, do it. I look at the knives in my hands. I shake my head.
The feeling travels up my spine and throughout my entire body. Then, I feel something shift in my body. Like something opened. I look down at the knives, they are now glowing red and blue. I drop them and the glowing stops.
"What the hell?" I ask, quietly. I pick them back up. They start glowing again. Huh. I see something out of the corner of my eye. I turn around, but nothing is there. My hands start shaking uncontrollably. I stab the knives into the ground, my grip on the weapons tightening.
The shaking continues until I can't bear it. I let go of the knives and hug myself. I roll onto my back and start laughing loudly. Soon, my vision fades to black as my laughter fades into sobs.