I've never murdered someone. Well, at least, not before today. They finally gave me a knife, and a target. I'll get a gun later, I'm sure, but for now, a knife will have to do, for now. Knives will work on smaller people, I guess. People who have less physical mass to kill, and more mental things to kill.
..that sounded weird. Nevermind, all that I meant to say is that knives will work, for the time being. Until I can get my hands on something bigger, something better.
Ruth doesn't like that they gave me a knife. But she's stuck up, practically a prude. Hell, her husband probably let her join the gang because she wouldn't give him kids. She's a wet blanket, too boring to ever do anything fun. At least I do fun stuff. One of us has to be fun, in our family. Although the people in the gang are rather fun. By my standards. Ruth, ever the bitch, thinks that they're too rowdy, too loud.
Soon I won't have to deal with her. I just have to keep telling myself that. That one day, one day soon, I won't have to deal with her, she'll be gone. One day..one day soon. I have to do it. I can't always have her nagging at me.
I have to kill my own sister. And the others, of course. Unless she decides to go along with me..
Unless the little prude bitch isn't such a prude after all..
I'll have to discuss this with her. Hell, if she agrees, then it will definitely prove to be interesting. It'd save my skin, if I got caught. Say the whole thing was her idea, that she made me. No one would believe her, even if she said I lied. I'm the youngest, the one most easily hurt. I could be manipulated, made to do things I didn't want. But she's older, she has a bigger target on her back.
She's easily what I need her to be. A target, someone for me to blame. She isn't too sweet, they'd believe her.
Oh my god, I'm a terrible person. I'm setting up my sister for murder.
I can't. I can't hurt her. But I need to..but I can't.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
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