I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, carefully applying my makeup. My reflection showed a young woman with sharp features and piercing eyes. I am Olivia, the eldest of the four siblings, and I have always despised my younger sister Amelia.
As I applied my crimson lipstick, my thoughts drifted towards the unsettling notion of removing Amelia, my younger sister. The mere sight of her favored status within our family ignited a fierce resentment within me, overshadowing any sense of kinship or familial bond.
To me, Amelia represented nothing more than a superfluous burden, a glaring reminder of the unfair favoritism she received from our parents. The very idea of her presence in our family churned my stomach, fueling a deep-seated desire to assert my rightful dominance.
"It should have been me," I seethed internally, my frustration bubbling over as I struggled to reconcile Amelia's undeserved position with my own sense of entitlement. "I'm the one who should hold sway in this family, not her."
As my lips curled into a contemptuous sneer, I couldn't shake the overwhelming disgust I harbored towards Amelia. In my eyes, she was an interloper, an obstacle standing in the way of my rightful place at the helm of our family.
"It would be so much better without her," I muttered darkly, a cruel glint flashing in my eyes as I entertained the tantalizing prospect of Amelia's absence.
Lost in a sinister reverie, my thoughts drifted towards the myriad of possibilities for removing Amelia from our lives. The notion of her eradication filled me with a twisted sense of satisfaction, painting a vivid picture of a world where I held undisputed control.
"Ahhh, what should I do to you, my dear little sister?" I murmured to myself, a wicked smirk playing upon my lips as I contemplated the twisted possibilities that lay before me.
After finishing applying my makeup, I headed downstairs to the kitchen where I found Mom busy making breakfast. "Good morning, Mom," I greeted her, curious about her return. "When did you get back?"
"Just this morning," Mom replied with a warm smile. "I couldn't wait to see all my children. Although I enjoyed the trip with your father, I missed you all, of course."
Returning her smile, I said, "I missed you too, Mom. What are you making for breakfast?"
"I'm making fluffy pancakes and focaccia French toast," Mom replied cheerfully. "Go wake up your siblings, please. I also wanted to congratulate Amelia for getting good grades on her biology test."
A surge of irritation bubbled inside me at the mention of Amelia's. Suppressing it, I forced a smile. "Sure, Mom. I'll go wake them up."
Upstairs, I greeted Charlotte and Thomas with less enthusiasm. "Good morning, you little shits," I muttered, nudging them awake. "Why don't you go wake up that bitch?"
"You know what to do," Olivia remarked gritting her teeth and grinned knowingly.
As they groggily stirred, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration. It always seemed to be "Amelia this and that," and it grated on my nerves. But I knew how to play the game. And soon enough, I'd be the one in control.
Charlotte and Thomas entered Amelia's room, their intentions dark and malicious. Thomas placed a pillow over Amelia's head, pressing down and cutting off her air supply.
Charlotte asked with a feigned concern, "Are you okay? Do you need some air lil sis?"
As the pillow pressed down, Amelia struggled and thrashed in a desperate attempt to free herself, her movements becoming more frantic as her oxygen supply dwindled. Thomas's laughter filled the room, a cruel soundtrack to Amelia's suffocation.
Thomas set the pillow aside, his smile oddly cheerful. "Good morning, Amelia," he greeted, his tone light despite the recent suffocation attempt.
Charlotte interjected with disdain, urging Thomas to move on. "Come on, Thomas," she said, her disgust evident in her voice. "Seeing this repulsive face of hers makes me feel nauseous."
Gasping for breath, tears welled up in Amelia's eyes as she silently wished for an end to her suffering. "You should have just finished me off already," she thought bitterly.
After taking a moment to catch her breath, Amelia made her way to the bathroom, where she stared into the mirror, contemplating the inevitable torment she would face from her siblings that day. Walking down the stairs., she noticed her mother, Sarah.
"Amelia, my dear, how are you?" Sarah asked warmly.
"I'm fine, Mom," Amelia replied, her response curt.
Sarah then congratulated her on her biology test, expressing pride in her achievement.
"Thanks, Mom," Amelia replied with a forced smile, her gratitude tinged with bitterness.
As Amelia observed her mother's obliviousness to the pain she endured at the hands of her siblings, she couldn't help but feel a pang of resentment.
Amelia made her way to the dining table and found her siblings already seated and eating. Olivia's gaze bore into her, filled with malice, suggesting she was well aware of what had happened to Amelia. Avoiding eye contact, Amelia quietly took her seat.
Her mother approached, placing a plate of pancakes in front of Amelia with a smile.
