Gone

Seriously, no. Was that me? No. Yes. Why? I don't think I could. But... She only shoved me. Slightly. Hardly. Nearly. Kind of.
But now she's gone. Her diligent, warm, soft fingers are now frozen. Icy. Cold. Bright blue eyes,
they were. Now painfilled, staring black eyes. They looked at me, gently with long eyelashes. Saying, "Sister, may you play with me? You're the best!"
But her hair, her hair, thick blonde curls twirling themselves down to her skinny waist. Her smile made mine and my family's day. She danced, stretching her long legs upright, jumping and laughing. Now her withered hair, tangled around her face, falling off. A grinning mouth, cuts and bruises. I turned round. And I saw it. The blood-covered knife. A letter next to it.
"I, the murderer of this girl will never be found.
Signed,
Her Sister, Maddy"

Then I realized, I've done a lot, especially killed a lot, am named Maddy, nickname Mad, because I am.