The endless silence

I still remember the night my sister died with perfect clarity. How the sirens wailed, their screams cutting me to the bone. How the lights shone red and blue, the colours flashing in front of my pain filled eyes. How she looked in that overflowing bathtub, the pink water rain as it fell, her body limp, cut open like a pizza. Dark red lines running from her breasts to her navel, from her elbows to her wrists. I remember how my scream had torn out my insides like I was the one that lay lifeless on that cold, white stretcher.

Ten years have passed since then. Fawn Painter is now seventeen years old, with a perfect boyfriend, perfect grades and a perfect life. But all is not well. Something lurks in her mind, something dark, something dangerous. The same thing that killed her sister. Slowly, Fawn's life unravelled, the perfectly stitched fabric that was her life collapsing, slowly, one strand at a time.

Maybe there was a curse on the Painter's family. But somehow, everything they had loved was now gone.

*contains sensitive topics such as suicide and depression*