Mary Beth Keller's  POV:

  I was ticked off.

 I meant it.

 I was jealous of my sister.

 She had a boyfriend, and I did not.

 How was this fair?

  I knew my grades were not always the best.

 I passed but just barely.

 I hated all the attention mom and dad gave to Lydia.

 I just pretended not to notice.

  Today, I awakened early.

    I saw the sofa and took out a sharp object.

   I attacked it to let loose of my frustrations.

   I mutilated the cushions and ripped a hole in the back.

    I was so angry I did not care how it looked.

   I was the older twin.

Sure it was only by five minutes, but still.

   I  was sick of my parents paying more attention to my sibling.

   How was I supposed to know things would turn out this badly?

   Mom startled me as I bashed in the back door.

   I tried to make it look like a burglar came in and made a mess.

  I knew mom would not understand.

  It was an accident.

 I swear.

 The next thing, I knew Mom was in a pool of blood.

  I shook her, but it was too late. She was gone.

  I  threw up.

 I knew the whole thing was horrible.

I  smeared some of the blood around the place.

I never thought about it leaving fingerprints or evidence against me.

I  was not that rational.

I was insane.

I supposed Mom was right before she fell over dead.

I was glad Lydia was clueless about the whole thing.

I  could not tell her.

 Not now, not ever.

 As for father, he was a different story.

 Mother, I least had a partial love for her since had given birth to me for crying out loud.

I hid her body in the basement.

 I could not let anyone see her like that what with the bloodstains and such.

 I  changed my clothes and washed my hands.

I  destroyed the others.

I tried to get my father to tell me he loved me.

I begged him.

"Please, daddy just say that you love me too.  All will be well, please dad."

  I gasped as he laughed and tried to strangle me.

 I had no choice.

I just had to protect myself.

As for his body, I hid him in the root cellar.

I did not care if he was found or not.

It never dawned on me that now our family was down to two.

What had I done?

Before I could come to terms with my actions, Lydia woke up, came downstairs, and screamed. 

Find out more in Chapter 3

 -Summer out!