This is an add-on to my story, “When I Look In The Mirror”

@LunatheWitch🌙

@Kreader06

“Just tell us what happened. Tell us what you saw.” A police officer told me.

I wanted to but what if she will still attack me.

I guess the police officer saw the fear I my eyes, “She can’t get you she’s gone.”

“I just walked in the front door, coming home from school. Sofia didn’t come to school that day she said she was sick. Mom wasn’t in the living room so I thought she was in her room. Another weird thing was that there wasn’t any snacks on the table. Mom always makes snacks when we get home from school, but I thought she might have forgot becuase she was taking care of Sofia.

“I walked to our room, but Sofia wasn’t there. Then I noticed that the attic door was open. It was easy to get to since it was in our room. I walked up the steps and inside was Sofia. She had a bit of blood on her fingers. So I asked if she’d hurt herself and she said, ‘Yeah just scraped my finger when getting up here.’ So I left it alone and when back to our room.

“Then I tried to find my mom I checked everywhere her room, the bathroom, kitchen, living room, the loft, even the hall closet. But she wasn’t there. Then I also noticed that the basement door was open. I went to go check but was immediately hit with an awful stench. I covered my nose but I could still faintly smell it. I couldn’t see anything since the light was at the bottom of the stairs. I wish I hadn’t turned it on.

“We had a sub in school that day. I found out why. I saw our home room teacher Miss. Y dead on the floor. She looked like she’d been strangled. There were red marks on her neck. What I saw next was worse. Our mother was tied up to a chair. She had bruises all over her body. And cut marks everywhere. I could she the faint moving of her chest. She was alive.

“I heard the door slam shut. When I turned around I saw Sofia. She walked down the stairs and stood next to me. ‘Beautiful isn’t it?’ She said. She walked up to Miss. Y and kicked her in the head. The she walked up to our mother. She kicked her, hard, in the chest. Our mothers eyes shoot open. I yelled, ‘I’m calling the police!’ She returned my yell with, ‘I already have. Turned myself in. I just wanted to enjoy killing my least favorite people.’ She turned her head in my direction. I felt knots in my stomach. ‘Oh don’t worry. Your my favorite person in the entire world. I wouldn’t lay a hand on you.’ She liked from me to mom. This whole time I dphadnt realized she had a knife. Mom was struggling in her chair trying to get out. Another hard blow to her chest made her give up. ‘Stop!’ I yelled. But she didn’t she walked behind our mother and yanked her hair pulling her head back. She pushed the knife into her brain. Almost killing her but not quite. Then she but a long slit in her body through her eye, her mouth, her neck all the way down to her fourth toe. Then she did it again but on the other side. After she was done, she took the knife and pushed it into her chest. That made mom go limp. Again she went behind mom pulled her hair and shoved the knife into her head. I ran upstairs, about to throw up when I heard the police sirens.”