Dancing with the devil

Chapter one

As the brunette walked down the dark hallway that used to be filled with such happiness, was now filled with sorrow, and pain. As she made her way to the medium oak wood door she stopped and just stared at the door , still deciding if she wanted to pester her younger sister. With a soft sigh she raised her clenched fist to the door and softly knocked on it. Though, to her disappointment, she never gotten a reply back. She leaned her forehead on the cool door closing her eyes in the process. With little hesitation she spoke in a soft hoarse tone, as if she hasn't spoken in years. " D-Dahlila? Its me Crystal. I just wanted to tell you that Austin's funeral is this Friday." she waited patiently for a reply, only to get a soft wimper from the other side of the door. Crystal had been trying for weeks to get the broken girl out of her insolated wall of emotions, but to her avail it never seemed to work on the the smaller girl. After a couple of minuets, Crystal slid down to the door figuring out how to word her next beg, but nothing came out of her mouth. So she just leaned her head against the door and listened to the soft wimpers and cries as tears started to pour from her eyes and down her cheeks.
As Dahlilah had her back leaned up against the wall, new tears that covered her already tear stained cheeks dropped onto the floor. Memories of her best friend flooded her mind and one thing popped up in the back of her mind,and it said ' Im breaking aren't I?'
She wondered what it was going to be like without her best friend and how hard it was going to be for his girlfriend, Malory. When both girls got over their shock, they both collapsed in each others arms in a heap of tears an agony. As Dahlilah ran her shaky hand through her greasey medium length hair, she heard the creaks from outside if the door, a very soft sigh, and a pair of soft feet patting their way back down the hallway. Doll knew it was Crystal, finally giving up on her daily pleads to get her out of her bedroom. Or as Crystal liked to call it ' her insolated wall of emotions ' it was dumb, imagining that staying locked in a room thinking that it isn't going to help a child, or how its 'not going to fix all of their problems'and thinking it turned into the child isolating herself.
Doll really didn't like the idea of going into public and interacting with other teens that didn't know how to have a proper conversation, especially in the state she is in at the time. Though, staying in her room did give her time to think. Think about how her life went from good to bad in a matter of seconds, or how she could have helped, but she didn't help. She stood there frozen as the figure pulled the trigger just as Austin pushed Dahlilah out of the way, earning bullet hole right in the chest. Every night the scene haunted Doll. Giving her nightmares, flashbacks, everything that would scar the average human being for life, but she has put up with it so far and she will probably never get rid of the guilt. The girls dull blue eyes filled with tears as she cried herself to sleep remembering everything that happened that horrific day, and what she could've done to stop it.