It wasn't meant to be, I swear. I accidentally killed my sister, but everyone thinks it's on purpose.

*Flashback*

I was chopping up some celery to put in the tuna melt. It was Holly's birthday, and I was making one of her favorite meals, a tuna melt and french fries.

I was making the meal with mom, to surprise my twin.

"Wow Hannah. This is all for me?" Holly asked as she jumped into the kitchen, her ponytail waving.

I nodded proudly and said, "It is your favorite."

My mom walked out of the kitchen, saying, "I'm going to find some chips. You girls keep doin what you do."

Holly and I nodded. I slid the celery in the bowl and added the mayonaise. I stirred it up, but all Holly did was smile smugly. She was a girly girl, and a popular one too. Holly can usually be a bully because she takes over the fact that everyone likes her. I, on the other hand, am quite nice, yet boyish.

Anyway, as I mixed up the ingredients, Holly plainly said, "You're so jealous."

I grinned, but ignored her. I would rather order pizza on my birthday... but Holly kept going.

"Nobody cares for you. Cuz your a mutt. You only have 1 friend, Caysee, who doesnt even like you. You have a lot to wish for on your next birthday," Holly said.

I gritted my teeth, yelling curses like, "bitch" under my breath. Holly is taking it too far.

"Holly. You better shut up," I yelled.

She kept on going. It was a pain to get no respect. After all, I was born 5 minutes before her, yesterday. Why did Holly act so cruel at times? I tried ignoring her.

Once the words, "Go kill yourself," popped up, I grew furious.

Holly just laughed, so she pushed my shoulder- hard. I fell on the floor, but the knife I used to cut the bagel didn't come clashing down with me. It went up at an angle, sliding across Holly's neck. I didn't see, because I was trying to get up, but I heard violent screaming. I quickly got up to recognize a diagonal cut on Holly's neck. Her head was on the floor, her eyes just staring, but with tears and a fearfull gaze. Blood was everywhere. I didn't scream, but I panicked. I'm not calling 911 because they can't do anything about it.
I cried. My parents ran to the kitchin, realizing the blood all over the floor. They looked at Holly, completly motionless and dead. They looked at me.

"You must've really been angry at her. ANGRY TO KILL THE FUCK OUTTA HER!" Dad yelled.

I ran up to my room, wondering why people blame me, a 14 year old with no life. I prayed.
I hope that my sister will be safe. If not, help her. I don't hate her. Killing her was an accedent. She has such a short life. Amen.

*Present time*

I'm stuck here thinking why.