Losing Heart
I gazed up at the sky and shivered lightly, sneezing I turned and headed back inside.
The sun was shining softly but I still found myself cold, my sister, Nathalia, looked up and frowned 'your wearing a coat?'.
'I'm cold' I answered shortly.
'right'.
Heading for the stairs I passed the closed door to my mothers room, I could hear noises coming from it and to be honest I'd really rather not know what they are.
Nathalia, My mother and I live in a large house, it has five bedrooms (two on the ground floor, three on the second), and they each have their own bathroom, plus their own walk in closets, there's two kitchens and dining rooms, one on each floor, and a guest bathroom downstairs.
Mother works as an escort, she always has, it's how she ended up with me and Nathalia, I'm sixteen, Nathalia's nineteen.
Entering my room I gaze about, the walls are silver with no posters, I have a large double bed, it's sheets are silk and coloured red, I have black mink plankets and black silk pillows, that's all that stays in my room (unless you count the silver and purple laptop under my bed).
I've never been one for decoration, and I don't need much.
I shed the coat and shoved it into my walk-in closet, shivering I climbed into bed, my hand reaching for the one thing nearest and dearest to me.
It slid across my wrist, scarlet life blood wells up after a moment, then it flows free, I close my eyes.
And Sleep.
