I was knocked to the ground by Mia and fell against the glass coffee table, hurting my back. A teacup slid from the table and onto the ground.
Mia was still holding onto me despite the teacup breaking practically simultaneously with my agony cries.
“You made me do it.” Mia stared at me with wide, red eyes. “Why? Why do you always have trouble with me?”
“Don't...” my voice cracked. “My baby... Don't kill it...”
Would she kill my baby like Gina did? My sister, to this moment, I still hope to awaken her conscience. I didn't think she would actually kill me, but I was wrong.
“I'm sorry, you have to die.” Mia tightened her grip. “Only when you die can I be the unique one. I don't want another face in the world that looks exactly like me.”
Once again, I felt death coming. Like in my last life in prison, when Gina's dagger was thrust into me, the darkness slowly enveloped me. Will I die this time?
“Stop!” The door burst open with a roar.
