Chapter 22: Double Vision

A Chapter by osnapitzlainee

My head was pounding, and all I could think about was what my mom said to me. What could she possibly mean by that? That Ashley was the only one with problems?
The pounding in my head got worse. I felt like curling up in my own bed, not Ashley's, and start crying. And never leave my room again. But I knew I couldn't. Not with this police officer staring at me. I was just sitting there, hands on my lap, and staring at the wall into nothingness. Images flashed before my eyes.
Me stabbing the knife through my sister's innocent back. Me not caring that I just killed my own blood. I remembered the feeling of her limp body in my hands before throwing her in the hole that I'd dug.
"Or what, you'll murder me?" Just kept playing in my head. She said it so sarcastically. At the time, I'd only been annoyed by what she said. But now, I'm beginning to be haunted by the sentence.

I stared down at the orange suit I'd been put in. Never in all of my years of living have I ever thought I'd be wearing one of these ugly things. I looked around at my jail cell. It seemed like it was just like the ones in the movies. I was by myself in the cold and smelly little room. There was one bed attached to the steel wall, not even touching the ground. Just like a metal thing hanging out of the wall. It had a somewhat comfortable looking matress with a thin pillow. There was a sink and a little stall with a flushable toilet. Sure, I'd seen them in the movies. But movies always exaggerated things like that. I wasn't expecting a royal room or anything, but I also wasn't expecting this.
I sat down on the bed. Why did I do that? Why did I kill my own sister? I thought back to what she'd done to me.
She really hadn't done anything to me. I'd just stabbed her to live her life. And turns out, it wasn't even that great. It was actually like a living hell.
"I'd do anything to take it all back." I whispered. I leaned over so that I was laying on the bed. I watched what was happening on the other side of the bars. Nothing, really. There was one person across from me doing the same thing I was. Laying there, probably thinking about what they'd done. I closed my eyes and thought.
'I'm a monster' was the first thing that went through my mind. It wasn't a lie, really. It was the truth.
The second thing that entered it was 'I miss you.' I wasn't sure who it could have been directed to.
I came to one conclusion after thinking about it long and hard.
It was Ashley.

"Cassandra, you have a visitor." The police officer rudely woke me up. But I was thankful, because I was having a terrible nightmare. I woke up with my hair sticking to my face with sweat.
"Who is it?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. I felt like closing them again. They did close at one point.
"Hey, Cass." I stared back at Danny, with my eyes wide open.

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