We look into Clara's perspective

Clara was having a pretty normal day minding her own business as she sat at her desk. She had applied to two colleges today and hated every minute of it. If there was one thing in this world Clara hated above all else it was paperwork. Having to sit down and fill out the same boring forms again and again for a chance to go somewhere and have to take yet more classes she wasn't interested in really rubbed her the wrong way. Clara had been inspired a few years ago by Anna's success as an influencer. The thought of being able to just sit around the house and make videos all day for money had been a dream of hers for a long time, but nothing had solidified it's genuine possibility of happening like seeing it work out for her sister. Clara remembered well that day where Anna had run out of her room squealing, talking about how she had gotten an actual paycheck from her videos, how she was finally going to be able to maybe turn this into a career and stop working her fast food job. Clara was proud of her sister, but a seed was planted in her gut that day, one of jealousy. Why should she get all the praise and money? Certainly if Anna could do it so could her sister? So why hadn't it worked out for her? Anna always talked about metrics, about thumbnail composition, and a lot of other technical terms that just made Clara's head hurt. She wanted to just put herself and her personality out there and let that speak for itself. Shouldn't that be enough? She was fun to hang out with, she had been popular at school. Shouldn't that be enough? Clara groaned as she began to fill out yet another college application, wishing to God that her father would just leave her alone about this. Her mother was fine with her staying at home, shouldn't that be enough?

Clara was grumbling about this to herself for a long moment when she heard her door creak open behind her. She turned to look around and saw Anna walking into the room with a dreamlike smile on her face. As she got closer Clara realized her sister wasn't wearing socks or a bra, her stiff looking nipples poked through the fabric of her white tank top, and her eyes looked glassy and unfocused. Something was wrong, she looked strange, she looked like she was high. Some part of Clara's brain said this was weird, that this should be alarming. Her sister was not the type to get high and walk in without a bra, that simply wasn't her. But, Clara was hesitant to accuse her sister of such things. She was concerned about her sister's health first and foremost here, and wanted to make sure she was alright.

"Anna you okay?" Anna looked at her with those glassy unfocused eyes. Her face grinning and giddy like a naughty schoolgirl. She walked a little closer, her steps slow and almost limping, but steady, until she came to crouch right next to her sister's chair.

"Okay? No, I'm not okay. I felt fucking incredible a minute ago, but that's subsided now. Because my sister clearly doesn't understand how good it feels to experience true bliss. Do you know what I mean Clara?" Clara could feel her pulse begin to quicken, the thrum in her veins begin to pound as she felt danger from her sister. It felt wrong to even begin to think about her that way. This was her flesh and blood. But, something was clearly wrong here. Anna leaned in very close to her sister, reaching her hand round the chair to grip its far armrest, her face pushing closer and closer towards Clara until she felt her Anna's hot breath paw at her ear. "I was raped just a second ago Clara, and it felt incredible." Anna's eyes looked diseased as she stared deeply into Clara, her gaze hungry and feral, like a rabid dog in heat. There was a short yelp as Clara tried to scream before Anna's hands were on her mouth and throat, making sure no sound escaped her lips and constricting her intake of oxygen, making her head feel funny and she struggled against her sister. Her sister was stronger, faster, and Clara could feel herself slipping away as the oxygen was cut off from her brain, feeling the clammy hands of her loving sister bring her to cold oblivion as she lost the energy to fight.