The Mystery of the Missing

"Are we going to die?" Alice whines. My head snaps toward her direction. I now feel more maternal toward her than ever. I'd felt protective of her since I'd met her at initiation, but now was different because now was worse. She had nothing else to live for except herself. Death was something all to familiar to her. I shake my head, leaving the motionless boy on the ground where he'd remain. I go over to her and sit with her in the corner. She looks up at me, her face still leaking tears by the second. I may snap just looking at her. "You won't." Is all I say, because if God forbid something had come to her life over mine, I'd let her live in a heartbeat. It pained me, knowing nobody would ever be like that with me. It also felt nice, though, knowing that if nobody would risk their life for me, I could risk mine for somebody else and still have a fulfilled soul. Anyway, It'd be for the best. She collapses on top of me, and I cradle her in my arms. She's started gasping form crying so much. No family. No siblings. No protector. No, I take that last one back. I'll always protect her. She's my Alice. My sister. My friend. And I'll be with here until the end, no matter how soon or far that may be. Then, without warning, we hear the slow footsteps of somebody walking through the front door.