Why was she the favorite? Why were we twins, when we don't even look alike? Why was she the perfect one? These are the questions, I would always fall asleep to. These questions made me regret my later life. Why didn't I just accept the fact, that she was better?

As I got older, I saw her drifting apart, and thought of it as my chance. But mom and dad were always hooked by her. I was younger, I thought people cared about the younger child more.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I did something, I regret to this day.

To quench, my desire I killed my parents, and the worst part was I looked them in the eye, and it still hurts thinking of what I saw in their eyes.

A daughter they loved, had killed her own parents.

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December 12, 2010.

It was a sunny day, which made it the perfect day. Like every other day, I got ready for school, but school was going to be on winter break in less than 3 days. As I left the house with Jen, she asked if I wanted anything as we walked to school.

But I just said, "No, wait actually can you just give me some money."

She nodded and gave me 18,040 won, and smiled. I ignored her smile and said, "Are you coming home late today?" then she said "Yeah."

As we got to school, the school day pa.s.sed by and at 8:30 pm I went home, and on the way, I smiled and said, "Finally I get to finish what she started".

When I got home, my parents were getting ready for dinner.

I looked at them and closed the lights.

"Sweetie, can you turn the lights back on?" said mom.

I walked to her and pulled out the knife, that I had bought with the 18,040 won.

"I am sorry, but this is what you started," I said.

Like they had known from the beginning, they both said: "Sweetie, we love you and that's what matters the most, just promise me you will look after yourself, and I hope you can finally, accept your sister."

I walked up to my dad looked him in the eye and killed him, I did the same with my mother, it was as if something had clicked in me, instead of stabbing once I did it multiple times, but after I enjoyed it I realized, what I had done.

I looked at my hand and screamed in horror, "I-I couldn't have" I said, and like a coward, I ran and didn't stop, I ran until I finally pa.s.sed out, and it had started snowing.

When I woke up I was at the hospital, without thinking I went to the police station and was going to turn myself in when I head.

"We don't have to do anything, the girl is the only suspect, and from her records, it seems as though she was adopted, so people will believe it, if we just called her guilty, she does seem like the person to do such things," said the officers.

"Girl had good records, you know what they say about smart and quite people being the real killers," said another officer.

"She is going to have a hard time, getting a job with a record like this, so much for studying so hard," said another officer.

They all just laughed.

But I couldn't listen to more, my heart was sinking, I felt like the world had stopped, she wasn't even related to me, and I-I did such things to her. I started to walk away but I couldn't breathe, I tried gasping for breath.

But just like every time, when something bad happened to me there she, was asking people to help me out, my dear sister, how will you ever forgive me? How could you be so smart, yet so stupid at the same time?

As it felt like I was dying, I smiled at her and said "I Love You" she looked and me and said something but I couldn't hear, I wanted to but I couldn't. I hope she said, "I Love You Too."

When the trial, happened I told them, "She wouldn't, do such things, please trust me, I have lived with her for years, she loved them she w-wouldn't," I had started crying, "She was the suns.h.i.+ne to our lives, she was always there why would she do such a thing" I said but they said "Miss please answer the following questions," I didn't do as they said so they told me to leave, as I went back to my seat, I looked at her and she looked at me, and smiled at me, with tears in her eyes.

Later she was found guilty. It was my fault, teared up and told them that it wasn't her and to let her go, but they pushed me aside and said "No one will help you, she is filth and that's what she deserves.

I couldn't hold my anger so I punched him. "Your the filth here," I said and walked away. I went into the bathroom and fell on the floor, and for the first time, I cried so hard, that the tears wouldn't stop. But I had cried for the person, who was just trying to get loved because she had no one else in this world.

I could have turned myself in, but I was too scared, and now, she had to live with the guilt of something she hadn't done.

She would miss out on so much, she wouldn't have the life she wanted, and most of all she would be all alone.

And it would be all my fault. After everything, she had done for me, it would be my fault. All on me...