Is this really me, the sweet and innocent girl I once was? No, no, I am no longer her. Look at my bloodstained hands and that body lying there! Whose body is this? Oh, my God, it's Emma's! Emma, the one I once considered a sister, but she betrayed me.

She loved the color red, I think. The first time I saw her, when we were four years old, she wore a beautiful red dress. And now, here she is at nineteen, covered in red again. But it's not a dress—it's blood.

Will I regret what I've done? I don't think so. She's guilty. This girl, called Emma, destroyed my life twice—once while alive and now in death! I feel no remorse for what I've done. She absolutely deserved it.

But what will happen to me now? Will I be thrown in prison for the rest of my life? Will nightmares haunt me at night?I am afraid, not of her ghost that will besiege me, but of my fate, which ended with the killing of a girl who was and will remain the source of my misery.