• Light...So hard to come by from where she is now....Trapped deep, deep, down where she will remain, until the sea finally claims the rest of her. Or the fishes might eat her.... Squirming around in her soggy organs like some cruel parody of the House of Mirrors. She probably lasted for about two minutes. Maybe three, or four, she was a good swimmer. I can't tell these days cant recall the visciousness of what I did. But I didn't mean to, right? Or did I? God, it's so hard to remember now... How it happened. The House of Mirrors. It's that same eerie title that rebounds back into my head after every nightmare..That's all. That one image, that one speck of undeniable truth, what's left of her... Kathleen... Her name comes back to my mind in the form of a spectre hurricane. The screams do, at least. But so do those eyes! Those unforgivable dark blue eyes! I have to compose myself for a moment.. Need to think.. This journal helps. I's a way to to keep track of all the confusion that's swirling through my brain. She said it would help, keep my anger in check. And it did. But not enough to save me from what I did to her. Kathleen, oh God, if you only knew how I want to take back what I did.... But she didn't die badly, did she? The screams weren't that of a hysterical child, no, but the defiant protest of a more dignified person, one who wasn't afraid to die.. I cant take it any more!! I have to let it out, no matter how much I'm going to regret this, I have to do it. I have to write it all, just to get it out of my system. But also, I'm going to burn this cursed thing once I'm finished, and be rid of it forever... Ease my OWN pain, it is, afetr all, what she said I was good at.
    This is how it happened...
    This is how I killed my sister....