[ CW ] Write a story that ends with `` I love her . That 's why I killed her '' .

Her fists rained down on me. I felt every blow, but the worst pain was in my chest. 
 
 `` How could you?!'' she screamed, her voice shrill, tears streaming down her face. `` You're a monster! How could you?!'' 
 
 My heart gave another little jolt. I grabbed her wrists and, my strength winning out, pinned her down. `` Jess, please,'' I begged, `` just listen to me. Let me explain.'' 
 
 Her screams continued. She had stopped using words now; she was just shouting, spitting her rage at me as she struggled to escape my grasp, to continue pummeling me. I began to seriously worry that she might really hurt me, or worse, herself, but I was more worried about what I might have to do if she would n't stop... 
 
 `` Jess, just hear me out,'' I pleaded with her, feeling her arms twisting beneath me, her legs scrabbling to kick at me some more. 
 
 `` Never!'' she sobbed, trashing wildly. `` Never, never, never!'' 
 
 `` It's what she would have wanted!'' I bellowed over her shrieks, throwing more of my weight on her. There was a ringing silence as Jess went limp beneath me. 
 
 I sat up, still holding on to her wrists just in case. 
 
 She was still crying, her head turned to one side, refusing to look at me. I took a deep breath, knowing her rage could return at any moment. 
 
 `` I had to, Jess. You're too young; it was my decision. It had to be me.'' 
 
 Jess turned to face me again. There was no more anger in her eyes, only pain. I missed the anger; this was worse. 
 
 `` I did n't even get to say goodbye,'' she whispered. I pulled her up and embraced her. 
 
 The lump in my throat made it hard to continue, but I had to make sure she understood. 
 
 `` The doctors said it was a choice between a couple of hours of excruciating pain, or a quick... a quick end. I made the right call, Jess,'' I said, reassuring myself as much as her. 
 
 `` You killed her,'' she said. I hugged my little sister tightly, stroking her hair as I always had. My eyes filled with tears, and my heart with regret. She was right. I had killed her. 
 
 `` I am so, so sorry, Jess,'' I cried. `` I love Mom. You know I do. That's why I had to do it.'' She sobbed heavily into my shoulder, and I gave her another squeeze. `` I love her. That's why I killed her.''
