My dad killed my mom, and he is still out to kill my little sister. I'm scared, but I am also mad. My mom was an abusive drunk who I hated, and I always blamed my dad for her death.

When I was 8, my mom threw me out into the streets. I spent two days in shelters before the police found me. My dad showed up at the station the next morning to take me and my sister (6 at the time) into custody. <br><br>He wasn't a good dad, he was drunk often, abusive, and he raised mom levels. When he passed away, I was almost 18. I didn't go to his funeral. I don't even know where he's buried. <br><br>Now that I've told you all the backstory, this is what really happened. My dad didn't kill my mom. I did. I had just learned about the concept of "making someone pay for what they did to you". I made my mom pay, the only way I knew bow to. I filled a bucket with wet sand, and dropped it on her. She fell, hitting her head on the bottom railing of the stairs. I didn't mean to hurt her, I just wanted to make her suffer. She was a great sufferer, she had made me suffer for years.<br><br>When I learned that the injuries I inflicted, combined with the fall, killed her, I knew I had to run. My dad couldn't find me because I lied about everything. He spent years looking for me. I knew when he found me I would have to kill him too. I knew I had to make sure he couldn't find me, so I changed everything about myself. I figured I had won. I was safe, I was happy.<br><br>Until today. I got a message on a throwaway account from an anonymous sender. There was one picture. A screenshot of my dad's obituary. He was murdered a week ago. The sender wrote a single line, "He didn't stand a chance against your sister". I knew immediately that this was my sister. We haven't talked in years, but I know her online persona.<br><br>I'm so mad, because now I realize I have carried my abusive mom around in my head all these years. I have blamed myself, I have blamed her, and now I realize I'm not the monster, he is. He's been dead for a week. My little sister hasn't talked to anyone in days. I don't know what she's planning. I don't know if I'll ever see her again. I know I have to protect myself, I don't want to end up in prison or dead.<br><br>But I feel good. I feel clean for the first time in a long time. I want to talk to her. I want to let her know how I'm feeling. I don't know how I should do it. I don't want to send her a message. I don't know if I can see her. I want to be able to talk to her, I want to be able to hug her.<br><br>This feels like a new chapter in my life, but I have no idea what the next chapter will be.<br><br>&#x200B;