When she looked up at me, my heart stopped. Not just as a figure of speech. It stopped beating. I was dizzy for a few minutes. My blood turned cold and still, and my sight was starting to blur, then fade. When the black tunnel was almost taking the entirety of my vision, the thing quickly snapped its head to something behind me. It stopped making the False sobbing noise, and it dashed out of the window.
As soon as I was half conscious and barely able to move, I reched and stomach acid greeted my mouth. I looked up to see Opal laying on the ground. Her life obviously draining. Her usually lively light colored skin was now slowly turning darker shades of blue. Her stomach was sliced open and I could see that most of her organs were either gone or half eaten, far past the point of repair.
My sister, only six freaking years old, was dying.
I clambered over to her, finding her barely conscious. She tilted her head as much as she could towards me.
She whispered, "Violet... that- that monster... that was my dream... Why is there darkness in the room now?"
I cried out, unable to speak. I felt like razor blades were being forced down my throat, and my eyes were burning with tears that threatened to spill.
"I love you, Opal." I barely managed to say.
"I... I..." She lost her voice and I stared at her in horror as her silver eyes faded of life and she fell limp. I sobbed and held her, not being able to stop.
Then I remembered that something had scared the thing off. I whipped my head around behind me to find my mother standing behind me. Her face was streaked with tears.
"It's always sad when she dies. You would remember, but it's too horrible to show you again."
I looked at her in disbelief. "What do you mean!? Has this happened before?! What the hell is wrong with you!? Your daughter just died!" We just looked at me, unblinking.
"As she has, multiple times now."
"What are you talking about!? You've gone crazy!" I scream at her through sobs. It was all her fault. She should've been here earlier. She should have done something, anything! Or at least be showing some type of sadness!
"You will understand. Just watch." I was about to scream at her more, but then I felt her skin slowly turn warm.
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Demon's eye
Fantasy15-year-old Violet McClouskey's life is turned upside down when an unexpected guest shows up at her house and murders her family. Now, she is forced to live with her aunt that she's known nothing about and is introduced into a world that was suppose...
