I am me and she is her until I pretend to be her.

After that night, I couldn’t anymore. After what you did, I realized that I am worth 10 of you. but your worth wasn’t much anyway. I was 14 when I started my plan for you. I spent six months after I turned 16 convincing people I was you. I spoke like you, walked like you, and ate like you. I gained weight to look like you. I tried to get a tattoo like yours but I don’t like needles so I made sure to always cover myself. I practiced your handwriting until even my forensics teacher proclaimed that it was -perfect- I had your boyfriend convinced.

Soon it was time to filed your taxes. I went before you, filed myself as a dependent, wrote down random numbers until the papers were full. I submitted them with ease. The lady didn’t give me a second glance at the id card. Her job was more stressful and I was possibly the easiest client she had all day.

Then I took your truck. I made sure to run all the red lights in town, make sure all the cameras caught me. It would take a while for the tax fraud to go through but the tickets would take about one to two months.

I took out a loan in your name. 5000 American dollars. I made sure to ruin your credit. You didn’t know about it and I didn’t pay for it. I transfer a few bucks into a bank account in Mexico. Converted into pesos, I would live a decent life until the money ran out.

Then came the most dangerous part. I had to do it. I spent three years planning for this moment. I hyped myself up, I learned the human anatomy, I went to guns ranges everywhere practicing.

You always spent time with drug users and dealers. You owned guns illegally. I knew that if I got this to work, I would be free from you for the rest of my life. I stole your gun and made sure that the numbers were filed away. I wore gloves that night. I kept my face in view of the cameras. Just enough to see that its you. After all every knows you or well us.

It was 10:30 pm. I was four blocks away from the police station at a E-Z mart. I walked in and walked around for a bit. I could tell the man was watching me. I picked out a zebra cake, your favorite snack and a large Dr.Pepper. I walked up the register and acted like I was looking for the money.

I shot the man in the shoulder. I called the police and waited a few seconds before leaving the store walking. I called you to meet me three blocks away. I took the gloves off when you came in view. When you saw me I think that you realized that this wasn’t something you could fix. I think that you would’ve taken the blame even if there was no evidence. I gave you the gun and the clothes. You didn’t have to fix your hair, you didn’t have to do anything to make yourself look like me.

You walked away from me. I waited till you were a small dot away and I powered my phone off. I took the sim card out and snapped it in half. the phone its self I threw in the culvert. I turned on the burner I had and called 911. I told them I had seen a women walking down the street with a gun in her had and blood on her shoes. I watched as a cop car picked you up and arrested you. I watched as my plan came to a close. You would plead guilty, It would be a open and shut case. You’d be sentenced to 20 years for aggravted assault with a deadly weapon and who know what else.

You'd take the blame for me, over and over again. That's what I'm counting on.

TO KATHARINE ******* INMATE # 11535

dear mummy,

thank you for the Wonderful letter. A True literay genius. Catch the cowboys game the other night? Horrible wasn’t it?

You know that Our family is extremely Unsettled Regaring your incarceration.

Be that As it may i, myself, hoping that you will be Calmer and more Kinder.

with all my love,

your daughter.