I stared down at the water beneath me, my mind wandering to what I knew sat at the bottom of the lake.

The body of my sister.

I didn’t mean to kill her. It really was a simple accident. But she shouldn’t have shouted at me like that, not when I had that rock in my hand.

I swing the rock at her, not just once. I beat her and beat her until she was unrecognizable. She was nothing but a bloody pile of meat, and I didn’t even care. I felt nothing but joy as I wiggled my toes, creating ripples in her grave.

I dragged her to the shed, wrapped her in a tarp and weighed it down with some cement blocks, and tossed her into the lake like the garbage she was.

I smiled as I got up from the dock, picturing her bloody mess of a face.

No one would find her.