Killing Margret

The Other One: Part 1

I never met my sister, not alive anyway. Mom told me about how she went crazy and jumped over a cliff. How it took a whole month to find her body or what was left after the sea creatures nibbled away at her.

When I was younger my grandmother raised me and my mom would disappear for a long time and neither she nor gran-gran would tell me why. I stopped asking after a while but that doesn't mean I am not at a little curious. Like why when we go around town we get pitiful gazes or sometimes people would avoid us in the most obvious way possible. Or why I only hear about a sister after she dies when I was at least alive; she could've taken a picture of us together or something, I doubt she even knew about me. She eventually did let me move in with her after gran- gran died but she always kept my sister's door locked and barred making the hallway look really creepy then telling me that I can't close my door ever.

At school it was so bloody frustrating because everybody would steal glances at me like they were waiting for something to happen and could just snap their necks for that. I have a short fººking fuse and everyone knows it yet they still find a way to piss me off. They know nothing about me; they only know that attention whore but whatever, they'll get what they deserve if they forget I'm not the fººkimg one.

My 'friends' would and I would find a spot to smoke but I only went with them because they had the weed, they're a bunch of fººking idiots. Luckily we only go in allies or whatever, I wouldn't be seen dead with those fºgs. One of the girls that went with us before got knocked up and had an abortion to hide it from her mom, and that's not even the funny part; she actually came to me for help. Ha, I sent that bitch straight back wherever the hell she came from. Some months later they said she died from some medical term when she had the abortion. Sucks to be her. At least I learned something; don't fººk around.

I would hear the whispers, "She thinks she's so tough but I know better. You remember 'the cliff jumper'?" and nudge their friends in my direction. "Look at her, you think she'll end up like the other one? Oh look, I think she's getting mad. Look at her, look her hands are shaking. You wanna go back to juvie, jail rat? Come and get me" she said it. She was the first to go down with a bloody head, her friends jumped in but that was a bad call one of them went down to retrieve their vomit from a blow to the stomack and the other one hit me behind my head but she didn't last long when I tripped her, grabbed her weapon and beat them all with it.

It felt good to get some sort of revenge but someone behind me stopped me from finishing them and locked my hands in cold metal. Shºt!

My mother didn't like her face inside the police station but there she was. She hated waiting on a court date but she did. She used my sister as an excuse to just get anger management sessions. At least she's good for something.

I was bored I guess, I couldn't leave the house because I was on punishment. What else was I supposed to do in that boring ºss house, so I broke the wooden bars that blocked the entrance with a crowbar and broke the lock and went on in.

What the fººk!

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This one was fun to write and I hope you like it. 

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