On a cold winter night in the city, 16 year old Jane was crying on the street corner, rubbing her bruised arm when a shadow walked up to her.
"You okay?" spoke the figure. To Jane's surprise, standing right in front of her was her older sister Cecile. She was wearing her water dress that she got for her birthday with leggings, slowly getting goosebumps up her legs. Her light brown hair in low pigtails with light blue ribbons gently blew against her face as she looked down at jane.
"Y-ya. I'm f-fine." Jane said as she tried to stand up.
"Oh sweet sister look at you. You're a mess. what happen?"
"O-oh its nothing."
"Nothing? Jane your beautiful pink dress is all torn up, your long side braid is all messed up, you've gotten a black eye and a bruised arm. How is that nothing?"
"O-oh this? I just umm f-fell down."
"Do you really expect me to belie...Stone. He's the one who did this to you is he?"
"Cecile I.."
"I swear to god if I ever see that son-of-a bitch again I'll.."
"Cecile! P-please don't tell mom and dad."
"Why not?"
"B-because I don't want them to worry. He just is having a bad day and.."
"And that gives him the right to use you as a punching bag?! Jane your in danger, and what ever this is, it has to stop."
"But Cecile.."
Before Jane could speak, the snow started to come down.
"No time Jane. come on, mom has dinner ready."
With that said the sisters started to walk home in the cold snow. But, they were not alone.
