Multiple Killer

Standing there, over the lifeless body of my grandmother, i know for a fact that one of the five of us, there, in that room, were responsible. Sweat began to drip from my forehead as the reality of what i'm looking at sunk in more and more. I stare at the knife in her back as i swallow a handful of my pills, something i now wish i had done early this morning. The paranoia fills me as i try to work out who's did it, 5 year old Jimmy? Paula the stripper? It doesn't matter though, they're my personalities.