Rewrote this because it didn't satisfy me.. more information in this one, enjoy. And then I rewrite this again.. Im sorry I think this'll be my last rewrite x3

I stood back, staring at my cold hands, they just shivered slightly as I looked back at the grave. I didn't do it, did I?

The crunch of grass swept into my ears and I turned around, yet I still was thinking. There she was, my fake sister, beside me with the grave of my fake mother.

"Why are you here when you killed her?" She said in a quiet voice, I could see the everlasting frustration in her eyes.

I repeated the same thing since it happened, "I didn't do it." But honestly, she still didn't believe me.

"You had a knife in your hand, you were the one who took her away from this world." She croaked, but slowly got louder.

I said with my breath blowing into the cold air, "Even if I did, she isn't my real mother. Shes just fake like you are."

I think I did something wrong, her eyes were dropping tears onto the ground, fists clenched and she furiously tried to punch me, but her hand only hit my arm gently, "Your the one whos fake!! Your the one who came from the street!! She was kind enough to even shelter you... you monster!!"

Countlessly, she tried to hurt me, tears dropping from right to left, I backed away and quietly stated, "It doesn't matter." I turned away, but I just took one glance back at her, then went away.

The crunch of snow left footprints behind me, and I went back to her mothers house. The wooden door went with a creak as I opened it.

I shut it, and started through the house, yet something was out of place.

There was a big woolen white rug throughout the floor. I lifted it up slowly, and saw a bit of blood marks.

Instantly I let the rug flop on the floor, and murmered, "Of course she would try and cover it up."