It all feels poetic now, watching her brother pour gasoline on their screaming faces to prove how much he is in love with her. As the flames began to engulf their bodies, she couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. For years, she had watched her brother bask in their parents’ attention and affection while she was left to wither away in the shadows. She had always known that something was off about him, but never did she imagine that it would come to this. And yet, as the fire raged on, she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of liberation. With her family gone, she was finally free to live her life, on her own terms. But as she turned to leave, a voice in her head whispered, “You may have won the battle, but the war is far from over.”
