June 17, 2014 (AR*)

I pushed open the door, and there she sat. The orange jumpsuit hung from her, and her hair had been chopped short. Her once almond skin resembled a powdered a doughnut. Her eyes had dark circles under them, and ten pounds had fallen from her petite frame. Tears rushed to my eyes. I sprinted into the room and wrapped my arms around her. When I pulled away, she was looking a me with such contempt that I regretted my existence. This wasn’t my sister. The light from her eyes had drained, and a murderous parasite was all that was left.

“Why did you hurt her?”

“Hurt who?” Ana replied. Her voice was an endless vacuum.

“That little girl. Do you know what happened to her?”

My sister just smirked. The twinkle in her eyes flashed danger, and my conscience screamed for me to leave. I couldn’t just leave though. For months, we’d searched for her. For months, I’d cried over her. Now, she was right in front of me. I couldn’t just leave now. I had to ask her.

I tried again, “Please just tell me what you know.”

“I followed her home, ambushed her, and killed her.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why would you do that?” Tears and streams of snot were running down my face.

She leaned in closer, and I could feel my heartbeat in my ears. “Don’t you feel it?” she whispered.

“Feel what?”

She inhaled deeply and thrust herself back on the chair. “The desire to kill. I know you do. You used to bitch about the mailman being too loud and the kids being messy all the time. I know you’ve gotten to that point where you just wanted to kill the first person near you.”

“But I never did it!” I shouted as I leapt from my seat.

“Why do you think I’d leave all those times?”

“Ana…”

“You really believed I went to Animefest? You think I go to Oklahoma every other weekend? I’m a murderer! I go on killing sprees!”

“Please be lying…”

We both were standing now. She was smiling and walking towards me. She reached behind her and pulled a rifle out. I nearly passed out. “You know, Trixie, I wanted to smother you when I was three. You woke up to your innocent little sister asking to sleep in your bed but I was going to smother you. I wanted to hit you with my car. I wanted to drown you when you were pregnant. But I kept the image up because one more hardship would make Mom keel over. But, now that I’m here, hell, what’s one more victim?”

Before I could speak, she’d put three holes in my torso and was adding more bullets.

*AR stands for Alternate Reality so basically any chapter with this means either Trixie is dreaming or this something she imagined. In this case, this is a dream. Hope that isn't too confusing