“She knew.
Those words vibrated, thundering through my brain, louder than even a train, tuning out all other thoughts.
She knew. I bit my lip, hard, tasting the crimson liquid that burst into my mouth, licking my lip hungrily. Salty liquid stung my cheeks. She knew.
I screamed, then, loud and bloodcurdling. My voice rose, an almost soulless wail, but I knew now that I was, that I am, soulless.
I screamed again, hands clutching at my hair. I felt his words, his hatred, as I stood in the churchyard. I felt his last words.
‘Begone, demonic one.’ The man had said as he fell, my jaws clamped to his neck.
My body trembled, but what really hit me – she’d known, she could see. She’d known and she hadn’t told me, she’d known and hadn’t said a word.”
I pause, giving you a small smile. “And that, my dear, was the day I resolved to kill my little sister.”
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