I knock again and again. Harder and harder. "Damn, how'd she lock the door so fast" I thought. I take a moment to catch my breath, I had been chasing her for almost 10 minutes. I peer in through the windows and I can see her inside, pacing.

I decide to find another way in. For the next hour I am pulling at every door handle, and checking every window, nothing. "I 'll just have to rest for a moment, I always get so worn out."

My eyes split open at the sound of a car passing. The sun has sunk, the sky a tangerine pool. I stand and turn back to the door. It releases against my grasp, it's unlocked. Amidst my confusion I enter. For a moment I see no one. Then, almost out of no where, she appears in the room.

"How could you!" I shout. Lunging at her with my knife. We wrestle on the floor for a minute, as she screams in my ear. I feel the blade go into her. I know it is over. I feel a mix of emotions. Sorrow for a life taken, but a small sense of pride for avenging my sister. I also feel a great deal of pain. Maybe sore from the fight?

I decide to stay there on the floor and take a rest. My vision finds me again. It is nearly dark now. But in the dim light of the room I can see what I have done. There is no woman lying in front of me. I take a deep breath and look down at my shirt, the cause of my pain. I also take notice of the large amount of blood pooling around me.

I thought back on my sister, the one I was desperate to avenge. Weeks ago she begged me to get back on my medication. I hadn't listened. I started to feel faint. Sad to think she will never know how much I wanted to save her.