My hands...

  They're red.

  This red liquid feels.... good?

  Suddenly I felt a bit different, it was as if I got my conscious back but something was bothering me.

  It was like a different personality.

  I hear Ariel crying and hugging my back, trying to pull me away from my stepmother.

  I looked at the face of my stepmother once again, I couldn't recognize that face.

  "AAAH."

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  I screamed as I backed away from that unknown face.

  "I did it, I killed her, I finally did it."

  I couldn't hold my laugh in, I laughed like I had won a war over the world, like I was the.. Strongest.

  Ariel looked at me like I did something wrong, what did I do to deserve that look.

  I didn't feel like anything I did was wrong.

  The adrenaline wasn't wearing out, I kept laughing.

  *TSSS*

  A loud noise like a slap echoed through the room.

  I feel a burn on my cheek, Ariel stood there with her hand up in the air like she's ready to hit me again.

  I came back to the real me as soon as I saw my stepmother my knees got weak and I hit the floor

  "D-did I do this? ANSWER ME!?," Ariel took a step back like she was afraid of me.

  "I didn't want to do it, I didn't want to do it, I didn't want to do it," I repeated these words over and over as I looked at my blood covered hands.

  "Please believe me Ariel, please, please!"

  I could feel my conscious fade away.

  "P-please believe me."

  The last thing I remembered was Ariel running towards me...