Thanks- Brie<3)Even as I scream her name the heap of flesh and bone on the ground ahead doesn’t move, nor make a sound in return. And the closer I get, the lower my hopes of finding her okay plummet. Besides her, I finally stop, then gasp at the morbid sight.
Blond hair tangled, spattered with blood, curls around her face like a lion’s mane, dirty and ruff after catching its prey. Her eyes scream for help, crying for savior, as pale lips pull back revealing a tongue, twisted with answers that can’t be spoken.
“Sarah,” I cry, gripping her face in my hands as I fall to my knees.
Crimson palms cup my own cheeks feebly, and I look down. The center of her chest is torn apart. A gaping hole leaves everything to be seen, and I have no time to dwell on the fact that something isn’t right, that something is missing. I’m too busy trying to keep my sister alive.
My jacket pressed to her chest, I try to stop the bleeding, knowing its useless and that there’s just too much. Tears slip down my face as I yell at her.
“Don’t leave me! Don’t you dare leave this world!”
Her lids flutter, and the silent cries within become distant. Depths of blue that used to speak loud and ripple with laughter are as still as the midnight lake. The only thing left is the dull light of the moon, which will soon fade behind looming clouds.
Face still controlled in pain, her mouth moves. I continue to hold the jacket soaked in her blood and lean closer in. Tears drip from my face mixing with the red on hers. Only a faint whisper is spoken.
“He was here…the one who did this…is not the one you expect…he is…”
Then her eyes close, and her voice trails off. I throw my arms around her and hug tightly, hoping the life won’t be able to drift if I’m keep the body covered. “Oh Sarah, please. This can’t be…this can’t happen.”
Her raspy breathing stops and her head lolls to the side.
I don’t hear his steps coming at me, only his voice as he nears.
“Brienna,” he says, voice light, but rushed. “We need to get out of here.”
Lifting my face from Sarah’s chest, I look into his eyes. “I’m not leaving her Liam. I can’t…I won’t.” I grip the 8 year old tighter in my arms, and bury my face once more.
A hand grips my arm, but I continue to hold her. The body in my arms once breathed, once laughed, once smiled. Maybe if I ran faster, maybe if I tried harder to stop the bleeding, it would still be able to do so.
The tug on my arm was strong enough to pull me loose. “If we don’t get out of here now, we’ll end up just like her.”
I yank my arm out of his hand and start back towards her body again. Liam’s quicker, and uses his strength against me. Grabbing both my arms, he drags me backwards. Half-hearted I try to escape. Twisting and squirming, he throws me up over his shoulder. I scream, pound on his back with my bloody fists and he doesn’t flinch.
When he turns to leave I catch a glimpse of his face. Carved out of stone, there isn’t one trace of emotion. If he was angry, it didn’t show. If he was upset, not a single tear fell.
She was gone and we were just walking away from her. He says someone did this to her and will do this to us though. I know it is for the better, but as Sarah’s body distances, I wonder how we’ll go on without her.
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