g I remember

nights. Locked in the dark, dilapidated shed behind our house, the world had sh

had thrown

life twice, and this t

d in my mind. My father' s silence was just as da

interview. It was the most important day of my y

er, Britney, had her

sobbed, her body trembling. "

ental collapse, became consumed by jealousy, and maliciously destroyed our family' s smal

parents, believed her w

ed daughter, as a savior. They saw me,

y dressed Britney in her finest clothes and sent her off to her own i

Davies, heard me and called the police. I broke the lock

ape had co

e was so distracted that she walked right into the p

announced, my parents' grief turned into a terrifying rage.

ft me t

my vision faded, all I could think about was their fa

opened

ns of my bedroom. The air smelled of clean laundry,

my chest. I looked at my hand

ce drifted up

morrow? The one for my university

tney' s vo

e calendar on my desk. The date was cir

as t

ck on the day Britney cla