"You... you killed her!"

"What have you done?" The words trembled in the air as Mike asked in disbelief and horror.

"...no, I - I did not, did I?" Elizabeth's voice faltered, her denial feeble in the face of the grim reality before her.

In the dimly lit room, Elizabeth stood frozen, her hands trembling, as she stared at the lifeless form of her sister lying on the floor. The air was thick with shock and disbelief, her mind reeling with the stark realization of what she had done.

"What have I done?" Her voice barely above a whisper, a plea to rewind the irreversible.

"You killed her E!" Mike's accusation pierced the silence, echoing off the walls of the room.

"Please... don't kill me." The desperation in Elizah's plea was palpable, a futile attempt to ward off the inevitable consequences.

The scene was a chilling tableau of betrayal and horror, a snapshot of a moment that would haunt Elizabeth forever. Caught in the act, she knew there was no escaping the damning truth of her actions.

"What did I do?" The question hung in the air, unanswered and haunting.

This was the beginning of a tale shrouded in darkness, where the bond of sisterhood was shattered by an unforgivable act of violence.

"No!" I jolted awake from my slumber. The nightmares of the past were haunting me once again. It's been over a year since the dark past started revisiting me. A year and more have passed since Elizah, my twin, was murdered by me.

Until now, the events of that night remain a mystery.

The surroundings reverberated with the blare of police sirens, their sound piercing through the confusion in my mind.

"What's happening?" Elizabeth's voice trembled with uncertainty.

"The police are here, you need to run!" Mike's urgency was palpable.

"Why?" Elizabeth's disbelief hung heavy in the air.

"Because you killed your sister!" Mike's accusation rang out sharply.

"No, I -"

"You're surrounded by the police, don't do anything rash." The rapid approach of police footsteps underscored his warning.

"What should I do, Mike?" Tears welled up in my eyes, hands still trembling uncontrollably.

"Just run!" Mike's command reverberated through the chaos.

"No one will do anything wrong!" A police officer's voice echoed through the room, their pounding on the door growing louder.

"Mike?"

"Run, Elizabeth. Run!"

Those were the last words I heard before Mike pushed me out of the room. Then, the sharp cracks of gunfire shattered the tense silence.

There was no other option but to flee. Unsure if I was escaping the guilt of Elizah's death or simply following Mike's orders. 

For a year now, I've been living in hiding, wanted for the murder of my sister. Yet, even after all this time, I still can't grasp why I found myself in that room, or why I ended my sister's life.

It's true, Elizah and I clashed on many fronts, often spilling our disagreements into heated arguments. But the motive behind her death eludes me entirely.

As I fled from the echoing gunfire, I was stunned to realize I had been whisked away from the city. Disoriented and bewildered, I couldn't pinpoint my location. Even now, the events of that night remain a perplexing enigma.

I am Elizabeth Craig, a killer. 

Am I?