Planting of Evidence

Looking at the corpse, I felt no remorse. 

Truthfully, I sensed freedom. 

I am reborn. 

I snapped back from reality when Michael started to strangle me from behind. 

"T-tighten your grip!"

I shouted while gasping for air. 

"How could you do that to our father?!"

I didn't answer. Instead, I hold both hands to suffocate me better. I can feel my consciousness slowly fading.

He started to shake my body, makes me feel dizzy even more.

"Y-you know I-if you kill me you'll ahh-- be t-the one to suffer----in p-prison," My eyes started to feel heavy. As I ended, the grip loosens, maybe he realized the situation. That he is fuck up.

 I fell to the ground gasping while holding my neck. 

My plan worked. 

Years of hard work finally paid off. 

Michael left the room, and I have no idea where he went. When I felt my strength regained, I stood up. I looked around and saw my father's lifeless body. What a delight! 

I went out of the room looking for my brother. He was nowhere to be found. Great! Now time to harden the evidence, I need to hurt myself these mark on my neck was not enough. 

I need to add more. 

I start to punch myself. Kinda fun, but it stings. When my nose started to bleed, I stopped. I climbed upstairs and placed myself on the top of the staircase. I need to dislocate something in my body with that thought I let myself fall. Things happened so fast that I wasn't able to react. Immediately stood up, pain traveled throughout my body. Limping, I went to the kitchen, took a knife, and stab my right lower abdomen. You might be wondering why the right part? My brother is left-handed.

I realized it wasn't that painful when you are the one who hurt yourself. The knife I used to stab myself is still in my body if I take it out I will shed a lot of blood so best to remove it later. 

I was about to exit the kitchen when I saw my brother. He looked surprised. Who wouldn't? I am in a bad shape. 

"WHAT IN HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?! IS THERE AN INTRUDER? WHO DID THAT TO YOU?" He walks towards me. He holds the knife on my belly, and I fake cry. He slowly took it off. How dumb of him, now it has his fingerprints. I stopped the knife from completely pulling out. I need a defense wound! So I pressed my fingers around the knife, while Michael is holding it. I have to act pained, that way he will not take it off.

"Tell me who did that to you?" He sounded concerned. But who cares? I'm a step close to achieving my plan. I remained silent while scanning his clothes. His shirt lacks blood. I need to put blood spatter in him, so I forced the knife in my body again. 

"Arrrgggh!"

This time it was painful. My eyes were watering while shedding much more blood. 

"W-why? W-what did you do?" He said.

"Brother, I have to do this so that we can both acquitted. We should tell them that he did it! That he tried to kill me and this--

Pointing out to my stab wound, --This is the proof."

He looked convinced. 

"Now, remove the body and clean the room. We need to make sure that the pieces of evidence won't point out to us." 

"But.." 

"No buts, you are an accomplice now. Do as I told," I said.

He immediately left the kitchen and ran upstairs. Now it is my time to run outside and ask for help. Before going out, I made sure that there was a sign of struggle. I scattered my blood, and I even crawl my way out. If I am an actress, I can win Oscars. When I was outside, I immediately went to my neighbor's house.

"HELPPPPPP!" I shouted while banging their door.

"Help me! Please! Is anyone home?" Shit! No one is answering!

I run to the house across the street and start knocking. I started to feel weak and was losing much more blood. 

"HEEELPPPPP!" I cried.

The door opened. 

I fell to her arms, and the pain is now unbearable. 

"FUCK! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!"

"Can you call the police?" Not sure if she heard it came out as a whisper. My vision started to get blurry, but I need to stay alive.

My body weakens even more, and I fell to the ground. My consciousness is drifting away. All I can hear is the woman is shouting uncomprehending words. 

I can feel someone is shaking me. I have no energy to open my eyes to know who it might be. I am getting sleepy. 

I heard a whisper. "The help is on its way."

With that, I blacked out.