You sigh a little, rubbing your neck as you slam your apartment door closed. You are exhausted; the long day at work with your boss shouting in your ear and your coworkers boring talk about the weather leaving ou energyless. You didn't even bother eating dinner, plowing right to your living room couch and collapsing on the plush cushions. There. you dozed for about an hour, letting yourself fall into the warm, comforting blackness of sleep. But then, a sudden noise snaps you away from your sleep. Your apartment door opening. You certainly didn't invite anyone over, and no one else had your keys, so who could it be? Slowly, you pull yourself from the couch, peeking your head out from the corner of the wall towards your door, your heart hammering.

There, the silhouette of a woman stood, leaning against the door frame as if hurt. She looked up with her slender, high cheeked, lovely face, a trickle of blood slipping down from her forehead. She smirked at your completely shocked face.

"Guess who's back?"

Time seems to slow but your heart rate continues to rise, you're not even sure if it is beating anymore. Unwanted memories come as if a flood gate had been opened in your mind.

"What? You're not happy to see me?" She mocks snapping you from your thoughts.

You open your mouth to respond but you seem to have forgotten how to form words. You are still shocked staring at the impossible woman in front of you. She takes a step forward into your apartment and closes the door behind her locking it. She takes another step and her right hand flies to grab her left side as she winces in pain. Blood seeps through her white and blue striped shirt and favorite jean jacket. The same thing she was wearing when you last saw her a year ago to the day. You stand staring at her confused more than anything as she hobbles her way painfully to your couch sitting down.

"How?" You ask weakly, after finally regaining the ability to speak. She doesn't answer. "How?" You demand. "You can't be real."

"But I am," She states simply.

"No-" You cut yourself off as she pushes some hair out of her face exposing the hole in her head. It looks brand new. Blood pours from it. And if you look close enough you can still see where the bullet had made its new home.

"You can't be real," You repeat. "Are you a ghost or something?"

"I'm not sure what the proper term is..." She admits. "But, it doesn't matter. I have been given a gift! A proper body for one night. And I am going to take advantage of opportunity."

You don't get the time to ask her what she is talking about as three rounds land too close to your feet. You stare wide eyed at her as she holds a familiar gun in her hand and a maniacal smile upon her face.

"Why don't we make this more interesting?" She suggests standing and you find yourself taking an involuntary step back. Your eyes trained on the gun barrel pointed toward your face. "I'll give you one minute. You can (a) call the cops and turn yourself in. Or (b) you can use that time to run."

Your eyes widen and you still stand unsure of what to do.

"Tick tock," She says. "60. 59. 58. 57. 56..." You bolt from the room and head for the fire escape, not caring that you knock a ton of things over as you do. You run down the stairs so quickly you don't remember doing it. Next thing you know you're sprinting down the alley. A shot rings out behind you. You don't stop to see what was hit. You make your way to your car and begin digging through your pockets for keys. The keys you left on the coffee table.

You curse and look both ways down the steet deciding which way to run when the window next you is shot. Without thinking you smash the rest of the glass and hop in the car. Flipping down your visor for the extra key. You jam it in the ignition and take off into the night.

Your heart rate does not return to normal for a miles. Questions ring in your head. None of which are answered. You need answers. You change directions heading for a place you haven't been to in a year.

~~~~

30 minutes later you find yourself in the parking lot of the camp site. You hop out of the car and hurry into the trees ignoring the rain which pours on your face and mud which ruins your nice shoes. You don't think about where to go your feet simply carry you to your first destination. You collapse into the mud and start digging with your hands as you find the cool metal of the shovel.

You struggle to your feet as you continue you deeper into the forest. You walk for who knows how long. Your mind continuously telling you that this is only a nightmare but it seems to real. So your body moves on autopilot in order to find the answers you crave.

You soon come to the spot. You hold back a sob as you plunge the shovel into the muddy earth and begin to dig. You dig and dig and dig. You dig until your arms burn before putting the shovel down and pushing away dirt with your hands.

You soon reach the bony of hand of what once was your sister.

You continue to clear away dirt from her blue and white striped shirt and her favorite jean jacket. You clear the dirt away completely and stare at the body. She is just the way you left her. Buried with her hands crossed over her heart and the gun you used to kill her at her side.

You let out a sigh of relief, before you realized you're more baffled than before. If she is still here... what- who was in your apartment?

"Ah perfect timing." You whirl around to see the girl from your apartment- the girl that should be in this grave pointing the gun you used to kill her down at you. "I knew you would come back here."

"Please," You beg. "I'll turn myself in. I'll do anything!"

"You have no fear of killing but you have fear of dying yourself. And I had thought you were selfish before. And now you get to know how I felt," She growls before pulling the trigger.

~~~~

They say your life flashes before your eyes before you die.

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You see yourself smiling at the little bundle that is your younger sister.

There you are playing with her once she is old enough.

Fighting over things as siblings do.

Having bad times, like your parents death.

And sharing the good, like how she always made you smile.

You see yourself... holding the gun toward her head a whole year ago.

"I'm sorry!" She sobs. "It was an accident! Please!" You don't respond staring into her tear filled eyes. The eyes the two of you share. "Don't do this! I-" She doesn't get to finish as you pull the trigger on your own sister for he second time that night. This time ending her life.

You put her corpse in your car.

You dig her a grave and place her body and the gun. Before burying her and going to bury the shovel.

You clean up the blood.

You cry on TV for the cameras as you plead for your sister to return, making up a sob story.

~~~~

You see everything.

And you wish everything could be unseen.

But everything haunts you into the afterlife.

Everything haunts you eternity.

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Your apartment was found damaged and your car found at the camp site. Not much later they found your buried body on top of your sister's.

They found out how you killed her. So you're sister was remembered as a victim, but you?

You are are only remembered by your own murder case, which sits in a pile of other cold cases, forgotten, and never to be solved.