I was such an idiot.
I always knew that I hate myself, I just never thought that it would cloud my judgment in a very important moment.
What a way to go, girl. I will never forgive myself if I die in such a stupid way.
I thought to myself while looking at the body next to me.
Yep, turn out getting hit in the head by myself was quite a wake-up call for me.
Sorry girl, if you didn't die, I would. It better you than me, right?
Of course, I didn't get away unscratched. My body was full of bruises, bit marks, and broken bones.
She was a fighter. The earliest days in "jail" teach her a lot of tricks.
At first, she was the one on top, but thanks to her little trick in the beginning that made me remember the existence of my brain.
Like how she played with my feeling, the hatetrest for myself at her advantage, I also know how to play with her feeling too.
I knew that she will let her guard down if she thought l was dead.
That right, I did play dead. It wasn't the proudest moment in my life, but a girl got to do what she got to do,okay?
Anyway, it worked. I attacked her when she was sleeping.
But don't you dare call her stupid or say that she was out of character though, because when I said that we have to fight ourselves, I meant that literary.
She had my memories and thought which mean that except our stepfather, she never killed anyone else. and even though she felt justified killing him, it didn't mean she doesn't feel any guilt.
For an ex-extreme Christian, thanks to my mother's strict and semi abusive upbringing, killing was like a straight to hell card. A big no no.
But it was something I could use to my advantage. So, I wait for the guilt to sink in because I knew what she going to do next.
You can probably guess it, she going to cry herself to sleep. I know because I did exactly that after I killed my stepfather. I slept, 2 mates away from his body.
So don't you dare judge her for being silly, because if you do, it means you also judging me.
So yeah, after waiting for a while to be sure. I dragged my tattered body up, jumped at her, knees first. That big movement made my already broken body throw up blood, I could feel my broken bone poke my organ.
But it was well worth it because judging from the sound it made , her bones probably snapped like a tree twig too.
She suddenly awake but couldn't move. Her body was stunned by the pain.
After that, I shock her with my Shoelaces. It only took a few minutes before she took her last breathe.
And to make sure that I won't make the same mistake, I decided to cry myself to sleep on her body.