The Rage Inside Me

My younger sister, Ally always got the love, I hated it. But I continued to deal with it for 2 more years, until I was 12. This is when the rage took over. My sister, unlucky to have such a horrible sister. I found her once crying and I asked her what was wrong, she turned to me, tears gliding down her cheek, "mom said she won't help me with my project" I told her I would help her. she stopped crying and we walked shoulder to shoulder into my room with my computer and all laying on the desk just waiting for me to pick it back up. Of course I wrote the project because I was always expected to help. But the shocker was when Ally came home and she won a contest for 500 dollars. I couldn't think the only words i could say were "you little bitch!" I ran into my room screaming and shouting.So I waited until Ally was asleep she curled up in my room laying in her black sweater and her blond hair flowing as the fan hit it.I slowly walked into the kitchen and tiptoed and opened the Knife Cabinit I grabbed my grandfather's WWII Army knife and slowly letting the blade slide out of my hand as I wobbled back to my room. I took the knife into my hand and slowly took the knife and cut her jugular and I lie there in the bloody bed. laughing, in my sleep.