petra terezi : wanderer : cb
Sept 26, 2017 12:06:54 GMT -5
Post by goat on Sept 26, 2017 12:06:54 GMT -5
petra terezi
24
she/her
wanderer
24
she/her
wanderer
All I ever wanted was to do the right thing.
My sister and I never knew what we wanted to do after we graduated. I was smart enough to be a doctor, but got sick at the sight of blood. My sister was cunning and ambitious, but too frightening to be employable. With no careers in our future, and no parents to help us out, we started doing petty crimes to stay afloat. A little stealing here, a little vandalism here. It was never supposed to go so far. She was never supposed to join a gang and start killing for money.
It didn’t take long for me to lose her. She wasn’t my sister anymore, she had become some twisted monster. Everything was a mess. I knew I couldn’t let her cause anymore chaos. I didn’t want to do it, but nobody else was going to stop her.
The last time I saw her was when I pulled my knife out of her back.
In that moment, there was no such thing as family. Only justice.
They knew it was me who killed her. I had left the crime scene sloppy, how out of character for someone so precise and analytical. The night they came to arrest me, I made my escape out of District Six. For five years, it’s just been me and the great beyond. I wonder if they’re still looking for me. If they do find me, I hope they find me after my eyes finally stop working. My sight has been deteriorating for years now. Damn genetics. I’m not sure what I’ll do when the world goes dark for good, but I’ve accepted that it will. I could never control my own fate. It was foolish to assume that I could.
My sister and I never knew what we wanted to do after we graduated. I was smart enough to be a doctor, but got sick at the sight of blood. My sister was cunning and ambitious, but too frightening to be employable. With no careers in our future, and no parents to help us out, we started doing petty crimes to stay afloat. A little stealing here, a little vandalism here. It was never supposed to go so far. She was never supposed to join a gang and start killing for money.
It didn’t take long for me to lose her. She wasn’t my sister anymore, she had become some twisted monster. Everything was a mess. I knew I couldn’t let her cause anymore chaos. I didn’t want to do it, but nobody else was going to stop her.
The last time I saw her was when I pulled my knife out of her back.
In that moment, there was no such thing as family. Only justice.
They knew it was me who killed her. I had left the crime scene sloppy, how out of character for someone so precise and analytical. The night they came to arrest me, I made my escape out of District Six. For five years, it’s just been me and the great beyond. I wonder if they’re still looking for me. If they do find me, I hope they find me after my eyes finally stop working. My sight has been deteriorating for years now. Damn genetics. I’m not sure what I’ll do when the world goes dark for good, but I’ve accepted that it will. I could never control my own fate. It was foolish to assume that I could.
