It's been a very rough year last year. My sister Tara had been brutally murdered by a psychopath serial killer called Art The Clown. And to think he tried to kill me. I was going through some of Tara's things and our cousin Sienna was going to come over and help me. I was in a bundle of emotions. Anger. Sadness. But Art the clown is dead now I killed him before he could kill me.
My apartment phone rang and I answered it. It was Sienna. I buzzed her in and she took the elevator up to the third floor which I lived on. She knocked on my door and I unlocked and opened it and immediately gave her a hug. "how are you doing?" Sienna asked as she let go of me. I shrugged and replied, "I'm... I'm hanging in there." Sienna nodded and placed a hand on my shoulder. "She was a good girl. A kind soul. I definitely miss her. Sadly I can't remember the last time I've seen her, or even talked to her." She said.
I nodded and we started going through boxes of Tara's clothes. "Jeesh was she always Goth?" Sienna said as she pulled out quite a few black shirts tank tops shorts shoes you name it. I chuckled and said "yeah pretty much."
I then pulled out Tara's stuffed fox which was black and really fuzzy with a pink rhinestone collar on it, her name engraved in the collar. Tears burned my eyes as I held on to the fox tightly. "Are you ok?" Sienna asked as she saw that I got a bit emotional. "I'm good. This shits just really hard tou know?" I said, choking on my own sadness. Sienna nodded as she watched me stroke the stuffed fox.
"I know." She said sympathetically. "The way she was killed from what you've told me is just..... Ugh I can't even imagine. What kind of sick monster would do such a thing?!"
I shook my head and replied, "Well, the sick bastard is dead now. I killed him before he could kill me." I muttered.
