I was in my room, thinking. I had remebered when our sister was killed.... It was ... 7, no 9 years ago? Anyway, Mom had brought home a baby, and she had most of the attention, the whole week. My sister didn't seem to like that... So she was in his room at 1am. I saw it all happen... When i walked un, she was singing "Rock a-bye, baby, on the tree top, when the wind blows the cradle will rock.... When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall. And down tumbles baby, headless and small." she said psycholly. She had killed him. And the next day she acted innocently when they found it's headless corpse... She grieved fakely. I kept my mouth shut careful not to tell. I stopped thinking and walked to the kitchen. My sister was holding a huge kitchen knife.
"Sisiter..." She said and turned to look at me. "It's funny how people scream when a killer is near..." she said brandishing the knife. "It's like they know they'll die..." She was edging near me. "Say, why aren't you screaming?" she asked. I leaned on the wall, smiling. "Because, i know you won't kill me."I said slyly. "You kill for one reason, isn' that right, sis?"I asked. She silently looked away. "Every victim was one that was happier than you- Right? One who had all the attention."I said. "That's.."She was cut off. "You wanted revenge for them, being happier than you?"I asked. "Y..yes.."She said, stumbling to the ground. "I'm a monster...Aren't i?"She said starting to cry. "No."I said, touching her should and smiling to her. "You're just confused..."I said. "Why don't we go kill someone?"I said. "Huh?"She said confused. "You mean it? Cause theres this girl-"She said. I could tell she'd been cheered up insantly. I played with my switchblade. "Alright.."I said. "Lets go." "Okay!"My sister said, putting the knife in her pocket and running off, letting me catch up. ~Fin~