Fear

Smoke

Tick....Tock

Where could she be? It wasn't like her to leave and not come back. In panic I searched our old batted home one more time: I looked everywhere! The kitchen was the most used room in the house, so it was cleaned to almost perfection. However the wood and stone of the counter were worn down until they were almost gone, rotted away into nothing. I opened every damp, crooked cabinet door, most with only the bare necessities of food and crockery or else left empty. Moving on to the small square table we eat at, I lifted the stained yellowing tablecloth to look under it. "Nothing!" I sighed and climbed up the ladder into the attic my family slept in. There was nothing but two beds,one for me and Filia, and one for our parents, but other than that there was nowhere for her to hide so I climbed back down the ladder and out the door. The next place she would be was her friends house. I ran down the path. My mind racing. Every bad thought sticking. Panic rising in me. Fear tacking over.

As I turned a corner, a group of people were gathered around something in the road. A feeling of helplessness shot through me as I assumed the worse of this mob. I stopped running and pushed through the crowd. Getting more anxious as I approach. When I finally get there my fear is confirmed.

As I looked up at the smoke, from the fire that burning my sister, I remember thinking about the moment I found her. My blood ran cold through my body and I felt like I was falling on the spot. her skin was white. Whiter than white. She was lying limply on the floor with a knife in her chest wrapped loosely in her hands. Her eyes twisted in pain and her mouth covered by her mask. She had taken her life and was then gone forever.

Tick.....Tock