My grandma always loved tea. As she was allergic to sugar she would drink tea without sugar. But last summer due to some unexpected disease she passed away. Me and my little sister were very close to her and her sudden death left us shocked as well as depressed. Over time me and my parents got over it but I can't say the same for my 10 year old sister Jenna.
Jenna stoped talking with our parents and would rarely talked with me. Slowly she stoped having her breakfast. My parents were worried about her while Jenna remained stubborn.
"Why does Jenna act like we are the reason why her Grandma died" said Father while I remained calm. "She is just a child. I think we should take her to a therapist" My mother replied.
I always hate it when my parents give attention to Jenna. But they are right, she is just a child. The next day they took her to a therapist while I stayed home. Slowly but steadily I got my cute and joyful sister back. But now it seemed like my parent's love for Jenna had increased. They would take care of Jenna like she is fragile piece of China and I hated it.
The next day as I started planning about what kind of poison should be used on Jenna. I can't use the same poison as I used for grandma. After all I wanted Jenna to suffer more because she is getting the treatment she don't deserve.
So, when my parents went for Jenna's last therapist session I inserted a poisoned blade in her gum. When she returned and started chewing her bubble gum, blood started dropping from her mouth which gave me happiness. It isn't weird to feel that way, right? But I wonder why granny came tonight with a cup of  tea while I was sleeping and is choking me to death by inserting the whole cup in my mouth..

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