Victim [K.SJ]

1

We sat there staring at the dead body of my father. Me and my sister cuddled up in the corner of the room crying.

"It's ok," I assured her but she kept crying. My father had this coming. He came home drunk again and started abusing my sister.

She had hit him over the head and just like that, he was dead... His blood, painted on the carpet. It should stain.

"I don't want to go to prison," she cried," I didn't do this!"
I wiped the tears from her eyes as she looked at me.

"That's right, you didn't do that. It was me, I did it."