Jimmy Inc.

The Lost

        Sally could not think straight at all. Her mind was wandering to her mother's pained, unconsious state and rocked on the now rotting floor, pondeing, craving not even waffles themselves. Her ribs showed through her tattered shirt and sweater. Her brown eyes were glazed with sorrow as her tears plopped quietly on the wood, resounding through the broken, depressed silence. Sally's hair was flattened on her head in a neglected state as no water had run in the creepy Acachalla residence for the previous week. But that was until a certain young man burst in through the broken door.

        "Sally? Papa Acachalla?" he yelled, disturbing the girl sitting in the empty room, setting her off, making her anger flare. She trudged down the weak and moldy stairs after the man that had disturbed her. His pupils dialted in fear as the shell of his sister charged towards him. He tried to run but she already had him pinned to the wall, a knife suddenly in her hand, pressed against Billy's throat. Her pupils were pinpricks, tear streaks staining her face as she pushed the knife a little harder against his throat, causing a few drops of blood to come out of the wound she was causing. Billy screamed, a natural reaction to his being. Sally did not see anything, not what she was doing but only the sight of her mother. Her knife began to bury a little bit deeper into his throat, causing him to choke a little. His scream faltered and died out as she pressed the blade closer to his vocal chords.

        Toast drove down the streets where the Acachalla household was built. He hadn't gotten any recent calls so he was just cruisingdown the road. His windows were rolled down, making the scream highly audible and he began speeding down the cracked road toward the sound, dierctly inside the residence of the infamous Acachalla house. He dashed out of the red car and to the front door, which was ajar so he bolted inside, just in time to see Billy Acachalla pinned to a wall by Sally with a knife. He stopped in his tracks, remembering the violence that unfolded merely a week ago. He slumped to the ground as Sally continued to injure her adoptive brother.

        Sally began to twitch violently, making Billy wince as  the pain in his neck increased, then in a whoosh of air Sally was gone out the warped front door. Billy was choking and coughing out blood, sprawled out on the floor, his face growing paler by the second. Toast dashed towards the dying man, his blood making a pool on the sun heated floor. Toast crawled towards the injured man and wrapped a bandage that had appeared around his neck then called the hospital.

        Why is it where ever I go there's blood?