My Sister's Grave Mistake

The last thing I saw was my sister Chloe' s cold, satisfied smile as the wrench came down, followed by an explosion of pain and darkness. She whispered, "She knew too much. She was always in the way." Then, nothing. I was dead, brutally murdered by my own sister because I stumbled upon her insane scheme to impersonate a missing socialite for money. But then, I gasped, sitting bolt upright in my narrow bed. Sunlight filtered through my grimy window. I was alive. It was June 14th, the day it all began, the day that, in another life, ended with my murder. My heart hammered, my head throbbed. I' d seen the blood, the callousness of my sister, and the boundless greed of my parents previously. Last time, I had tried to reason with her, and it got me killed. This time, things would be different. A chilling calm settled deep inside me. Chloe wanted to play a dangerous game? Fine. I wouldn' t stop her. I would watch her step right into the fire she was so eager to light. When her knock came, saccharine sweet, I took a steadying breath. "Coming," I called out. "Okay, Chloe," I said, a faint, cold smile touching my lips as I opened the door. She had no idea.