At a loss for inspiration. So here's a short story :)

She open the door, looked in and was relieved that no one was there. She could finally have time to her self. After beckoning at peoples feet it was the best thing for her. But she forgot one thing. To check the closet. How could she forget the closet! She goes into the bathroom and starts to run a bubble-bath, then she hears a creak.

I saw her turn around and look towards the closet. She slowly reaches around the room until she finds a light switch. I stare at her right hand, which is holding a knife. "She's going to kill me!" I thought. I started to hide behind the coats and shirts. She started to open the closet door. She swung the knife around, as if to scare me. I can't be scared. That's not how this works. She starts to walk away, and gets undressed. She's still holding the knife, why is she holding the knife? That must be why i'm here!

She started to sink down into the tub, wetting her hair. She takes the knife (I wont go into the gory details.) and cuts her wrist, many times. her arm drops into the water and she turns pale. The water turned pink and she passed out. Sliding down into the water she ends up drowning. I stand still in the closet and panic. After my fathers death it was my turn to take over.

So I picked up her limp cold body out of the water and laid her down on a towel and dry her off. This was a very strange moment for me. I got her all dressed up in a pretty outfit. and placed her by the tub. Her soul was standing by my side, and I let her go. I walk out the room, through the kitchen, out the front door. And never went back there.

That was 3 years ago, since then I've dealt with many of these things. My husband, and two children understand. And when I die my kids will take on my job.

Who am I?

Who do you think I am?