Gloaming

Quinn

Cindy's point of view
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I looked out the kitchen window to see my sisters dead body. Her chest is covered in stab wounds and her bags of grocery's are gone.
All I can do is stare and let the tears fall down my cheeks.
Me and Quinn always talked about our funerals. I told her I didn't want one. She told me she wanted a big party with beer and lots of fun.
I really loved my sister.
And now she's gone.
I quickly run pass Kenya and open the front door. I run to Quinn's body. And I hug her.
Blood was on me now.
But I didn't care.
I wanted to say goodbye.
So I did.
While sobbing I said "I love you Quinn.. is so sorry if I was mean to you"
I was too focused on Quinn to realize the cold air was stinging my skin.
The sun was really gone.
And so was Quinn.

And so was I.

I walk back inside,put on my coat, and grab my favorite blanket that I would never let Quinn use. I run back outside and place the blanket on top of her.

I run back inside to see Kenya still standing in the front doorway.
"WHAT?!" I say sobbing. "WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW?!"

"I'm just-we'll-sor" she stutters.

"Not everything is about you Kenya!" I yell.

I just wanted to kill her. She is being so dramatic and my sister just died.

She looks at her shoes and starts to sob.

I shut the front door and lock it.

"I'm sorry" I say.

Maybe I was being dramatic.

Kenya does live with meth heads and her sister did artificially inseminate her.

"It's ok" she says under her breath, still staring at her feet.

"Let's go to bed, I'll blow the air mattress, you can sleep in my room" I tell her. I smile at her. She smiles back.

After blowing up the air mattress we lie down and just start talking.
We talk about stuff at school.. stuff at home.. just stuff.

Then we both hear something.

A loud pop.

Someone shot our front door knob.

The footsteps grow closer.

Today was my last day, I just knew it.