emotional death

everyone loves my sister, everyone thinks that she is beautiful, talented, amazings. while i sit in the corner watching as every boy drools, every family member communicates, friends giggle with her. i observe her actions, her words, her emotions. i then repeat and back turn on me.
as i ponder through my mind about jealousy, i try to find a way to be at least alittle bit better... but i always fail. looking out the big living room window, staring into the glowing bloody moon and wishing that i could be like her, my sister.
"i see, interesting..." i mans voice talks loud behind me, making me jump. turning around, my hands in fists ready to attack. "calm down" the man walks out of the shadow, his scar is what i see first and then his face structure.
"ethan, w-what are you doing... w-why are you here?" i can barely get out the words, trying to answer the question myself but impossibe.
"like you dont know! i-" cutting him off quickly.
"i dont know... why the hell are you here... h-ho-how do you know im here?" so many questions, but i would not like him hear. either way i do not win.
"i know what you want. what you strive for!" he says smiling.
" what would i possibly want from you?" i ask grow angry but curious.
" i can make you more beautiful, talented, and amazing, everything. all you have to do is do a little bitty thing for me..." of course i should have known. he would want something in return. " i will give you all of that... if-"
"wait... i dont know where this is going, but i dont like it so far!" my face is probably red, angry, steaming hot. thinking of opening a window, but i would not like to wreck the mood.
clearing his throat and continuing, " i came because you are the only clean killer i could think of" thats the last thing i would think he would ask...
" danny... look im impressed you found me and all, but now you have to leave. i do not do... that anymore." i turn, looking out the window again, debating if i should or not.
"ppllee-" cut off again
"ok" looking back at his blue eyes. all i need to think is who i really am, which is whitney young, invisible, and willing to try new things. i look away and look back and he already vanished before i thought about it some more.
i go out quickly and quietly, with a kitchen knife in hand.
after an hour of stalking, stabbing, and regreting. i return back home, here i pull out the heart that was hidden in my bag, the victims heart. i si where i was before and looked out the window, then looking back where danny stands. i hold out the heart, he grabs it and rushes to hide it in the bag he has brought.
he snaps his fingers, closing my eyes and then opening them, he disappeared. looking back out the window and catching my reflection in the glass. but it wasnt mine, it was my sisters. i go to bed after a hot shower, in the bathroom i rush to the bathroom and look into the mirror, my sister staring back at me. my mom comes into the bathroom, i ask where whitney is... she did not know who i really was.
then in my head i heard " when you wish to be like someone else, your real self disappeared because no one took over you body."
i am now stuck in my sisters body, no one not even my mother knows me... whitney... i am dead.
i wished to be gone, and now i have to live with it in another body.