Chapter 3- Fear.

"Wait! Please, don't do this!" I begged.

She stood with confidence; her dark eyes gleaming with mischief as her lips curled into a sinister grin.

"I'll do anything. I'll disappear again if that's what it takes. Just please don't kill me."

It was like speaking to a brick wall. Her ears were shut, she wouldn't listen to anything unless I was saying what she wanted to hear.

"I don't have any reason to keep you alive," she announced.

"Excuse me! And what reasonable reason do you have to kill me?" I retorted but lost the momentary confidence.

"You will not live in a world where Kazimir is alive."

"All of this for a man who doesn't even like you, Essie. Are you insane?" I yelled.

Her sharp dark eyes landed on me like I had poured salt into an open wound.

"Kazimir doesn't like me because of you. You and your mediocre personality drew him in. Now all he inquires about is you," she said, "Do you realize how heartbroken I am every time he asks about you? You are an insignificant girl and somehow, he sees you as more than me!"

"You seem to have an inferiority complex, Essie. You need help!"

"Help?" She laughed, "I'm getting help right now by wiping you out of existence."

"What about Dad and Mum? They won't allow you to hurt me," I said confidently.

"Silly girl. Do you think I would be here without their support?"

My heart fell to my stomach. My parents gave her consent to kill me. The people who were supposed to care, protect, and love me unconditionally wanted me dead. My eyes which once sparkled with trust, now were clouded with the painful realization of my parent's betrayal. There was a weight on my shoulders, a mix of disbelief and hurt etched into every line of my face. My world, once built on the foundation of family, now felt like quicksand beneath my feet.

"Why? Why do you all treat me like this? Am I not your family?" I screamed in anger.

"Semira, when will you learn to take the hint? You are not wanted! Our family despises you. We only kept you alive because killing a member of the pack had consequences. But when you left the pack, no one could protect you anymore. You made yourself an easy target by leaving."

"You will only feel at ease after you kill me?" I asked even though I knew the answer.

"I believe the entire family will feel at ease with you gone. I'm just doing them a favour."

In my mind, I could understand why this was happening to me. I was aware my family hated me, and that was the reason I left. However, leaving me alone to start a new life was too much for them. They couldn't let me be.

"I don't know what to say," I sighed.

"You are an insignificant stain in our lives. With you gone, my family will be glorious again and I will get the man I want."

She walked three paces away from me, stopped, and turned with a gun aimed at my head. The gun made the situation real. I thought she wanted to scare me; I didn't think she would go through with it. My mouth dried and my heart picked up its pace. My eyes filled with tears. I was going to die.

My sister only laughed at my pleas. Her sinister laugh caused a breakout of goosebumps on my body. I didn't stop begging. My voice started trembling with desperation and fear. I stretched out a trembling hand towards her, hoping she would listen. My pleas echoed in the silence of night, hoping for a shred of compassion amidst the cruelty surrounding me.

"Goodbye," she said.

A sudden gunshot shattered the air. I froze, my heart racing as the sound echoed. My eyes widened in shock as I scanned my surroundings, seeking the source of the abrupt disturbance. My eyes landed on my sister who had a sinister grin on her face. Fear and uncertainty clouded my expression, a mix of alarm and urgency etched across my face, unsure of what to do.

In a split second, an intense, searing pain tore through me. A gasp escaped my lips, eyes widening in disbelief and agony. Slowly, my gaze shifted downwards, where crimson blossomed across my chest. Shock washed over me and a mixture of fear and pain took over as reality sank in. With trembling hands, I touched the wound, feeling the heat and wetness, understanding the gravity of the situation, as fear and urgency consumed my thoughts.

"Please," I said, my mouth filled with blood. "Call an ambulance."

"I thought a shot in the heart would kill you immediately, turns out I was wrong. Anyway, I don't mind watching you writhe in pain."

I tried moving but it only increased my pain. The thugs hired by my sister were watching in the background, like I was some sort of spectacle, probably waiting for my death so that they could bury me in the middle of nowhere.

"Help me," I pleaded.

"No one will help you," A cold voice informed me.

Another gunshot sounded, and I knew this was my end. Lying in silence, I rested in a pool of blood, my body limp and still. The stark contrast between my pale complexion and the vivid red hue surrounding me was haunting. My eyes were half open, a distant gaze fixated on my sister's grin, my breaths shallow and labored. My once vibrant presence was now a fragile silhouette, surrounded by an ominous stillness, marking the profound tragedy that had unfolded.

"Goodbye Sister," I heard a voice from a distance.

Dying by my sister's hand revealed how unwanted my life was. I was angry. With weakened breaths and fluctuating strength, I clung to my final moment, determination etched in my soul. Through gritted teeth, I whispered my desire for retribution. Despite the impending darkness, my resolve blazed fiercely, the yearning for vengeance fueling my fading spirit. In my final plea, I entrusted my legacy to those who'd listen, a wish for justice to be served in my stead.

'Dear God, or whoever might be listening, now that all this has happened, I regret my life with my entire being. Please take pity on this fool and if you give me one more chance, I will give everything I have to get my revenge. I swear to you! So please just give me a chance.'

My final words stuck in my head even as I took my final breath.