"I shall beat you, you freak!" it's been two years since I heard that voice, but somehow it echoes in my brain daily, reminding me how I efficiently killed my sister...

It was a sunny day when I waltzed into my younger sister's bedroom, picking up her diary and started scanning it. Just then, my sister came,and hopped madly on two legs, switching each second. Rage was printed on her face, and I knew I was in for it."GIVE ME BACK MY DIARY NOW!"she screamed."Oh look, and angry Jessica, I'm so scared..." my voice was dripping with sarcasm. "why should I?"I continued,"Especially when you are aiming for 98 points.Hah, you can never get higher than my 96 points. Aim for something more reasonable like...hey, ten points should do."

Two days later I was at my sister's wake, crying. The day before p*censored*ed by so quickly, Jessica had her exam. The teacher somehow gave her 94 points, and in rage, Jessica went to the school building and jumped. In her hands, a piece of paper was there, reading, "You were right,Janessa. I will never be better.You were right."

The power of words was so weightless,yet vice versa. Choose your words carefully...only if I had put myself in my sister's shoes...if only...