My Sister's Grave Mistake

The last thing I saw was my sister Chloe' s cold, satisfied smile as the wrench came down, followed by an explosion of pain and darkness.

She whispered, "She knew too much.

She was always in the way."

Then, nothing.

I was dead, brutally murdered by my own sister because I stumbled upon her insane scheme to impersonate a missing socialite for money.

But then, I gasped, sitting bolt upright in my narrow bed.

Sunlight filtered through my grimy window.

I was alive.

It was June 14th, the day it all began, the day that, in another life, ended with my murder.

My heart hammered, my head throbbed.

I' d seen the blood, the callousness of my sister, and the boundless greed of my parents previously.

Last time, I had tried to reason with her, and it got me killed.

This time, things would be different.

A chilling calm settled deep inside me.

Chloe wanted to play a dangerous game?

Fine.

I wouldn' t stop her.

I would watch her step right into the fire she was so eager to light.

When her knock came, saccharine sweet, I took a steadying breath.

"Coming," I called out.

"Okay, Chloe," I said, a faint, cold smile touching my lips as I opened the door.

She had no idea.