The Second Side of the Story

Connected By Blood

Sage started to fake injuries and claim I gave them to her. Everytime I "hit" her I would get yelled at and grounded. I was waking up noticing things from my room missing. It started off small, chapstick, hair brush, little things that I thought I misplaced. This continued for a month, everything that went missing would appear in place of something else. Until one day I noticed my journal was missing. This journal was extremely important and private. It's where I would write all my feelings into little poems. Most of the poems mention murder and blood. In the wrong hands that could get me into some serious trouble. I basically tore my room apart looking for it. Then the most horrible thought came to mind, what if my sister has it. I hope she doesn't, if she does I'm gonna kick her ass. We were called down for breakfast, then sent off to school. The day was going smoothly up until lunch. "May I have everyone's attention?!" Sage stood atop a table my journal in hand. "I would like to read you a poem, made by the freak of the school." I got up and begin to walk over to her, but stopped in my tracks. "The color red. She's the perfect color. The spots of red around the new life that is birth. The pools of red around the lifeless body that is death. The color red. She's the perfect color." She read aloud from my journal. That poem, was about birth and death being connected by blood. I immediately ran to her, grabbed her foot and pulled. She fell on her ass, and I snatched the book. She was getting closer to being connected to the poem she read.