A Matter Of Life And Death
emmajeanscottt
Sister drapes herself elegantly over her throne, a glossy cherry held tightly between her teeth. I wait for her words to bounce off of the walls, echoing in my ears for all eternity, but they never come. Finally, sister sits up in her throne and quickly swallows the cherry, pit and all. She looks at me not with her usual face of disgust, but with a smile of mocking pity and laughter in her crystal blue eyes.
"Little sister," She begins, her dainty sing-song voice burying itself in my mind.
"Why have you betrayed me?"