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Take me far away

I don't ever want to feel like I did that day, take me to the place I love, take me far away.

It happened under the moonlight.

The sky was a midnight blue, deeper than the ocean and spread out farther than anyone could see. Scattered across it were billions of stars, white and yellow and red and blue, small and large, and all important. They formed constellations. They were wishes to small children. But they didn't grant mine.

It was in the middle of the street.

We lived in the worst part of the neighborhood. They cheapest housing, police cars always patrolling, doors never locked. Nothing was ever still, something was always awake, always moving. The streetlights were all broken except for one that you could see from the next block over. It didn't help much.

It was summer.

Hot as hell. The bugs would eat you alive if you didn't have protection, and then some few brave ones still got you. The air was thick enough to cut. Oxygen felt heavy. Nobody wanted to be outside but air conditioning wasnt working for our street that day and so everyone had been gone exploring.

It was empty.

I remember the kids running through sprinklers, eating ice cream earlier that day. Teenagers were walking around with friends, being loud enough to make you want to scream. The parents had been chatting on the front steps. Then they all disappeared.

She was my sister.

Jaycee. Barley 17 years old and in love with a boy. That's how it always starts, isn't it? The wrong boy. A bad boy. Caught up in the wrong things, making her lose sight of her dreams. Changing her motivation and her attitude. Once, she was that girly little sister who loved pink and the mall and glitter and then she was wearing eyeliner and running around with boys till dawn.

He was in a gang.

The boyfriend. The guy who got her... He wasn't the leader, but close enough to have some influence. Jaycee got in the middle of a brawl and they came looking for revenge.

It happened under the moonlight, in the middle of an empty street during the summer. She was my sister and he was in a gang.

I couldn't stop either of them. All I remember is running out in the middle of the street in my boxers and screaming at the boyfriend to leave her alone. She was crying and her eyes were black, her tears leaving streaks of makeup on her cheeks. Her hair was a mess and her clothes were torn. The bruises on her arms and legs stood out like neon lights to me.

And then there was punching and more screams until a gunshot silenced it all. Then all there was left was smoke and sirens ringing off in the distance.

And she was gone before I even got to say goodbye.

Heeeyyyy. So sorry for the depressing short but I am depressed. *sniff sniff* I keep thinking about the ending of Heartless by Marissa Meyer and my fangirl heart cannot take it. I NEED TO OWN THAT BOOK. So yeah, I'm in a dark mood. My socks even match, thats strange.

So the prompt is actually part of a song that I got stuck in my head and I wrote about "that day". Make sense? Did you liiiiike it? *raises eyebrows*