I held the knife, and my brain screamed: Kill
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“I’m sorry! Let me go!”
He was pathetic.
Let him go?
“You killed a young girl!
“You’re a killer. You deserve to die for what
you did to her!”
My knife was moving towards his neck.
Then I looked behind him, at the wall.
I could see my sister.
She was looking at me, smiling through tears.
She told me:
“Sis, let go, he’s not worth it, let the law deal with him.”
My hand was shaking.
Even after her death, she was worried about
- me.
Brad was powerless.
He was a mess..
“Yeah, just killing you will be too easy,” I
said.
I called the cops.
Brad grabbed the knife and stabbed himself.
He was planning to escape punishment.
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“You won’t die, Brad! I want you to suffer!”
I fell to the ground, crying.
My voice was echoing in the cave.
Brad looked like he was going to pass out.
