His sister died in his hands. But something was different.
For some reason, she had a smile on her face as if she had achieved something or had found happiness. At the same time, the boy's chest felt heavy as if he had done something wrong.
Of course, killing was a crime and it was his first time doing it, and it was probably the feeling of killing someone that was making him get the weird feeling, however it was way too uncomfortable to describe.
He lifted her body which was already lifeless. The water from the rain had washed away the blood from his hand and the knife.
Needless to say, the road was a bit tainted now because of the blood. As she was killed, the rain got intense.
He then lifted his sister in his arms while keeping the knife in the back pocket and then walked all the way back to the prison.
He soon reached the police station where he could see that the cops were getting ready to leave in search of him.