That last line of what 'it' told gave me chill in my bones. My sister and I had to resort to this because I told my sister how he's going to use me in the near future.
I guess it's time to sleep in seperate rooms too. If she gets involved anymore, it will be bad for her mental health.
'It' came out with her clothes filled with his ugly blood. My sister was about to vomit from the smell and the previous sentence. What she combining both?
I forgot that I had to give her my part of the deal in this mess. I asked her in a serious tone "When do you want to do my part of the deal?"
'It' answered "Whenever you're ready. I will take my leave then." That thing went atlast and my sister then was about to vomit.
She must have a mental effect. Or is the smell? She then asked me with wide eyes "Sis why did you hide everything from me?"
Now my eyes widened by the question. What? Should I also be vomitting? No, she must be asking something else.
I asked her "What do you mean?" She hold on my dress to get up.
She answered "You handled your situation very well yesterday. Today you kill somebody because they are going to frame you for doing ill things. What all are you going to do future if you keep eliminating people who are trying to harm you!"
I was still acting as a fool and answered "Sis I must be very lucky....." She cut my line and started speaking in a irritated tone "Are you trying to protect me?"
Her eyes were full of tears and she was going to run after telling everything that's in her chest. I will let her go since she has gone through the worst today.
She continued "You're lucky? I should say you're very lazy. If you did this from the start, I would be in a better situation than this. Now start telling me everything about you point by point! I need to know who you are really. Are you even my sister by blood?"
I just kept quiet let her vent out her frustrations on me. It was for the greater good. But she wants to know about me.
Who I am truly? I answered her questions "Sis, I was the person who left the hall with blood stained on my clothes and I am the person who next to you who is venting out your frustrations on me."
She then was shocked by my answer. She stammered as she spoke "Wa.. wait...yo...you...went....an...and...yo..
you...ar...are... he...here...too."
Of course this was the best answer I can give which is close to telling her the real me and then I will tell her that I was joking with her. Simple as cheese.
"I am joking."
She then shouted at me "You silly, don't tell something so scary. After that what you say "''I am joking!"" You're a fool! Tell me later about yourself or you will have your death today!"
Death isn't anything I fear these days. I fear that she may not like me after the real me is exposed to her.