My sister (17 at the time) used to bully me a lot when I was younger (12 at the time). There was a day where she stole my clothes and towels from the bathroom and when i left the bathroom, her friends were there to laugh and make fun of me in the nude. I felt so angry about it. My sister at the time had a 7 year old terrier and I knew the best way to hurt her was from her dog.

I waited a week until thing died down and then I took the dog on a walk to one of the isolated areas by the forest I live by and I brought some gasoline. I tied the leash to one of the tree trunks and then I poured gasoline all over the dog and then lit and threw a match over it. I will never forget how that dog thrashed and yelped in pain before it just stop moving. What was interesting was that there was a car that pulled up and I ran because I was afraid of being in trouble.

Anyway I left and eventually my sister realized her dog was gone and she freaked. I wanted her to feel pain but with how much she cried and how depressed she was after, I couldn’t bear to see her feel bad so I tried my best to cheer her up and we ended up bonding. I’m pretty sure to this day, nobody in my family knows I killed the dog. It still weights heavily on my heart but I can’t tell anyone.