The Sister.

The Page Ran Black And Red With Ink.

  'Miranda Williams, mother of fifteen year old Theresa and pregnant with her second child, was also the birth mother of fifteen year old Melany Liss. (Adopted from birth.) Williams was found unresponsive in her apartment on December 28. Medics were unable to resucitate her. The cause of death has not been released, but what was first thought to be a suicide is now being investigated as a murder. Williams' daughter, Theresa, has been missing for four days as of March 8. Thus far, the cases are believed to be related. Any civilian assistants will be welcomed by police. Friends and family of the Williams' are advised to take caution. Suspitious behaviour should be reported immediatley.'

Mel

Each breath shook my being. I lay crumpled on the ground, my head in my hands, blood trickling down my cheek. I had been so sure. . .so sure the knife would pierce my throat and end me. . . but it hadn't. Instead, my sister's fist had brought it down fast across my cheek, slicing away flesh and leaving a ragid, bloody wound from the corner of my left eye to my jaw. 

I crawled into a sitting position. The sting of my cheek was dulled in comparison to knawing pain of hunger chewing away in my abdomin. The last thing I'd eaten was the broth. I couldn't remember how long ago that had been. I had to get out. If Theresa didn't kill me, hunger would.

Theresa

I tripped in a rabbit whole. My ankle twisted gruesomly under the sudden weight. I collapsed into the snow. The sharp snapping of my ankle was nothing compared to the wild, clawing fear that consumed my heart. Desperation slowly consumed me, a silent killer that lurked in every shadow, a fear I could not name. I didn't cry that night. The tears had run out long ago.

Ryan

I drew closer to the graveyard, still calling Melany's name. My phone was still on the Liss house kitchen table, so I had no way to call or text her. Peering around at the bleak country road, the dark, forbading forest, the narrow steeple piercing the sky, I trudged onward. The heavy snow covered my tracks. They vanished into the dull mounds as if they had never existed at all. Vanished, as if they dreamed of being forgotten. 

Water soaked through my boots. I had been walking nearly an hour now, and the cold seeped slowly into my bones.  The weather steadily worsened, from charming fat flakes to an icy white-out. I began to worry, half of me wanted to turn back, but something kept me moving through the endless winter night. 

I reached the graveyard, stepping on to the narrow path of packed snow under the elegant iron arch.  I stood there with my lips tinted blue and my eyelashes dusted with snow. The graves were shadowy mounds in the snow, the trees beyond a black wall of wooden bodies. The night was silent and eerily still through the gusting snow. My eyes wander along the ridge where white snow met black forest. Movement. Just for an instant, a flash of movement in the trees.  I stepped forward, my curiosity sparked. My toe stubbed against a gravestone. I tripped, landing on one knee. A white rabbit shot from behind the grave, darting away and out of sight.

Theresa

I stepped out of the forest into the vast clearing that was the graveyard. Snow and wind whipped around me, throwing my blonde hair wildly about my face. Something moved under the great arch across the graveyard, a vague shadow in the snow. Perhaps it's death. I smiled bitterly to myself. It was almost a welcome thought; my last chance to disappear. 

A/N: meeeh....i dont wanna write this any more its getting disturbing!!!! Write yourself stupid Wattpad! Excuse me if the next part is really bad....I know what will happen and i honestly dont wanna write it but i must. NERVES OF STEEL!

I stepped forward into the graveyard. The blood on the blade is crusted and dry. Snow crunches under my boots. Mel's boots. Shuddering, I stumble further into the open. My cheeks sting and my long nails bite viciously  into my sweating palms. The shadow moves again. Coming closer, towards me this time. I stop and stand at the top of the hill. In the distance, I hear the rush of the thawing river, it's waters pushed and pulled by the churning winds. 

Ryan

I started across the yard, moving slowly through the storm. A figure stood on the ridge, just inside the treeline. I drew closer. She stood, her skin tinged blue with cold, blonde hair whipped about her head. Melany.

I call out too her. Once, twice, but she doesn't answer. She stares at somewhere over my shoulder with blank, emotionless eyes. I call out again, but she still does not move. I stand several yards from her in the snow. I can see the knife clenched in her fist, see the blood dried upon it. I freeze. The girl before me seems strange, alien,  frightening.  Nothing like my cheerful old friend. 

She raises the knife. It takes a minute for my thoughts to untangle and realise what she is doing. Confused panic grasps my heart, I call her name, scream at her, but the words are lost to even my own ears. My legs become iron blocks beneath me, frozen and dead.

Mel turns the blade, her eyes and thoughts still distant.The metal glints dully in the starless night, then vanishes. Red gore stains her jacket, like the last streaks of sunset.

My legs recovered just in time to catch her fallen body, just a moment too late to save her life. She lay limp in my arms. I rocked her head back onto my shoulder, begging her not to die. Her lashes fluttered softly. A single tear slid down her cheek before her gaze fell empty. Peace comes just a moment too late.

Mel

I slid my fingers through the cracks in the door, melting handfulls of snow slowly into my mouth. The cold liquid eased my parched throat but burned my empty stomach. Theresa's sweater lay  crumpled on the earth. I traded my wet blankets with it, wrapping myself and saving body heat. 

A gruesome thought crossed my mind. Gruesome, but usefull. I ripped scraps from the thinnest blanket. On it's pale fabric, I wrote a simple message using the blood that streaked my cheek. 

IN WOODS, HELP.