User:Shade McCreep

Marie
Have you ever experienced an event in which you could remember everything that happened, right down to the last detail? From what you were wearing to what time it was, you'll always remember it perfectly. It's like how most people can tell you what they were doing during 9/11. Personally, I have no recollection of what I was doing during 9/11, I was too young to know what was going on. However, I can perfectly retell what happened the day my sister killed herself, and the night my first murder took place.

Before we get into that, let me tell you about my family. It consisted of myself, my sister Emma, my mother, and Emma's father. Emma was always very cheery, friendly with everyone, and kind hearted. She played every sport she could and did perfectly in school. Even though she was about a year older than me she was about an inch shorter than me. Her pale skin was decorated in freckles and complimented her sandy blonde hair and emerald green eyes nicely. Em was always surrounded by boys and girls alike, I don't think she had a single enemy. My mother, Lea, was very pretty, but she had always given me the cold shoulder. Her short hair opened up her face so you could see all the wrinkles that had imprinted into it, mostly from worry and anger. She was a larger women, but she carried herself perfectly. Emma's father despised me, he always told me I had no right to call him "dad" so, I've just always called him Max and Captain Hardass behind his back, CH for short. He and mom were always fighting. Then there is me. Marie Wilson, the bastard child of Lea Wilson and some random bar-goer. I'm a pretty go kid though. I do good in school, just as good as Em, if not better. I'm usually very polite when meeting new people, but I can be a sarcastic asshole at times. I can understand why mom and Max don't like me though. Mom has to look her mistake in the face everyday, and Max has to take care of a kid he never wanted and that isn't his. I think it would be easier on them if I, at least, looked like I was their kid, but I don't. My skin is tanned and my hair is long and black, with eyes to match.

,In school Em always looked out for me, it wasn't until we were both in high school that we started to drift apart. She was always surround by people, and I preferred to be on my own. Of course we still hung out outside of school. Em and I loved being together, and told each other everything.

I wasn't surprised when she called me into her room one night after school to tell me something. "Marie," her voice was almost a whisper, she seemed so tiny and fragile in that moment. "I wish I was like you."

i'm not sure why, but I was suddenly filled with rage, she had no idea how good she had it!

"Why, Em? You're so perfect and everyone likes you." I smiled at her, holding back every urge I had to raise my voice.

"I guess."

After that I got up and locked myself in my room. I screamed into my pillow then lied there and listen to Max screaming at mom through the wall. How could Emma be that selfish? How could she not understand how good she had it?

Maybe you should punish her.

A harsh voice rung in my ears, and I sat up quickly. How could I think such a terrible thing!? I loved Em! I'd never hurt her! Tomorrow we'll start our family camping trip and everything will go back to normal.

I barely slept that night, but when morning came I still felt fresh and energetic.

Upon arriving at the campsite, mom and Max broke out into a fight, so Em and I climbed up the mountain and sat at the edge of a cliff. She had been quiet all day and now was staring over at the rocky land beneath our dangling feet.

"I wish I was like you, Marie." She finally said.

"Why?" I gritted my teeth.

"Nobody expects anything from you. You aren't under any pressure to be the best." Tears ran down her face as she stood up.

"Em?"

Just let her jump.

The voice in the back of my mind chuckled, as I sat there and watched Em step over the cliff.

She was selfish, she didn't appreciate how good she had it.

At that moment I felt someone grab my hair and fling my back. When I looked up I saw mom and Max standing at the cliff. Everything seemed to slow down as the CH yelled something obscene at me before asking how I could let that happen. I guess they both had come up here after finishing arguing.

The next two weeks went by and I refused to speak. After the funeral Max had dragged me into my room and beaten the living hell out of me while mom cried in the living room. Now they both had a reason to hate me even more.

'They are unappreciative, just like Emma. Get rid of them.'

I stayed in bed and listen to that voice say the same thing over and over again. So finally, i decided to take action.

It was a warm summer night when snuck up behind Max in the kitchen and stabbed him in the side with my Marine pocket knife. He shuttered and spat as he bled out on the floor. A few minutes after he stopped moving i crept down the hall and into my mother's room. She was lying there sleeping as she usually does these days. I was easily able to climb on top of her and place the pillow across her face. She struggled and clawed at my face and the pillow, but to no avail. I started giggling as her mobemntt subsided.

'There are so many more people like them! We have to get rib of them all!'

I smiled as I walked into my room for the last time. I threw a bunch of things I thought would be useful into a backpack. I quickly changed into a black mini-skirt, black tank top, red pull-over hoodie, and thigh high socks before slipping on my sneakers. My ferret, Boxo, stared at me through his cage, and I couldn't bare to just leave him. I slid him into my hoodie pocket. I left through the back door, and ran off into the woods.

'''Emergency Report: We are advising everyone to remain inside with their doors and windows securely locked. It has been a month since the first reported murder at the Wilson's house. Daughter, Marie Wilson, is still yet to be found. She was last seen in a black skirt and a red sweatshirt. Anyone with any information pertaining to this case should inform their local emergency services. Again, we advise everyone remains inside with their doorsand windows securely locked.'''