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decided to show her I was capable of doing something on my own. I arranged to have today off work with the idea of taking the train to London and spending the day sight-seeing. I did not organise the treat for yesterday, my birthday, in case she had planned a surprise for the evening which is what she did for my sister’s twenty-first birthday in July. She did not. We all spent the evening quietly watching television. I went to bed feeling very upset. My parents gave me a pale pink jumper for my birthday present. It was very unflattering and I didn’t like it. My sister gave me some new slippers which I did like.
    I woke up feeling nervous about going to London on my own. I asked Amber, my sister, to phone in sick and come with me. She has been working in Glitzy, a fashion boutique in Dawlington, for about a month.
    My mother got very angry about this and stopped her. We had an argument over breakfast and my father left for work in the middle of it. He is fifty-five and works three days a week, as a book-keeper for a private haulage company. For many years he owned his own garage. He sold it in 1985 because he had no son to take it over.
    The argument became very heated after he left, with my mother blaming me for leading Amber astray. She kept calling me Fattie and laughing at me for being too wet to go to London alone. She said I had been a disappointment to her from the day I was born. Her shouting gave me a headache. I was still very upset that she had done nothing for my birthday and I was jealous because she had given Amber a birthday party.
    I went to the drawer and took out the rolling pin. I hit her with it to make her be quiet, then I hit her again when she started screaming.
    I might have stopped then but Amber started screaming because of what I had done. I had to hit her too. I have never liked noise.
    I made myself a cup of tea and waited. I thought I had knocked them out. They were both lying on the floor. After an hour I wondered if they were dead.
    They were very pale and hadn’t moved. I know that if you hold a mirror to someone’s mouth and there is no mist on it afterwards it means they are dead. I used the mirror from my handbag. I held it to their mouths for a long time but there was no mist. Nothing.
    I became frightened and wondered how to hide the bodies. At first, I thought of putting them in the attic, but they were too heavy to carry upstairs. Then I decided the sea would be the best place as it’s only two miles from our house, but I can’t drive and, anyway, my father had taken the car. It seemed to me that if I could make them smaller I could fit them into suitcases and carry them that way. I have cut chickens into portions many times. I thought it would be easy to do the same thing with Amber and my mother. I used an axe that we kept in the garage and a carving knife from the kitchen drawer.
    It wasn’t at all like cutting up chickens. I was tired by two o’clock and I had only managed to take off the heads and the legs and three of the arms. There was a lot of blood and my hands kept slipping. I knew my father would be home soon and that I could never finish by then as I still had to carry the pieces to the sea. I realised it would be better to ring the police and admit what I had done. I felt much happier once I had made this decision.
    It never occurred to me to leave the house and pretend that someone else had done it. I don’t know why except that my mind was set on hiding the bodies. That’s all I thought about. I did not enjoy cutting them up. I had to undress them so I could see where the joints were. I did not know I’d mixed the pieces up. I rearranged them out of decency, but there was so much blood that I couldn’t tell which body was which. I must have put my mother’s head on Amber’s body by mistake. I acted alone.
    I am sorry for what I have done. I lost my temper and behaved stupidly. I confirm that everything written here is true.
     
    Signed-OLIVE MARTIN
     
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