what?

Wait!

Stop...

Please don’t leave me! I thought in my head as they walked away.

"Tip tap Tip tap...” the sound of the water dripping onto the floor of the cavern gave me shivers. I wanted to move, I want to talk, but I couldn’t. How could I when my entire body has red bloody chunks taken out of me. The warm, red, and dark blood formed a tiny puddle around me. I was losing more and more by the minute. My lips are bonded together by the glue and tape they stuck on me.

The only thing I could do was cry because no other part of me was working. I cried of betrayal, sadness, and frustration mixed into one.

The worst of it is my sister. She is the one to blame. No. I could even call her my SISTER. She is a traitor to me. A filthy, disgusting, repugnant, offensive, member to the family

My sister was the one who left me to take care of our family while she went out every night drinking, partying, and doing whatever she pleased. One day I had enough... I remember the sound, ” Shing- Shinge- Scrish-” was the weapon that made her say her last word. Eyes opened wide, shocked like she couldn’t believe her sister did that to her. Killing my blood related-sister made me feel victorious and I yearned for more. But that meant one thing - I was more of a monster than her. So from that day on, I was officially known as the “REVENGE KILLER.....”

But I never would I’ve imagined that my sister was alive. Yes, it was unfortunate that she wasn’t rotting away on a cold, moldy, floor rotting away with the terrifying wounds I had scarred her with. I was to kill my next victim cleaner and hang them where everyone could see.

My sister was the one who started this war and I was determined to end it.

I looked around. There was no one to save me. All just black, dark, and silent except for the dripping water and the bloodsucking bats. The air was chilling and humid which I hated. I was going to die. I knew it more than anyone else in this sinful world.

Just as I was thinking my last words. There was a noise, not a loud truck moving noise, but a small tiptoeing footstep. I was guessing it was the grim reaper getting ready to take me. wrong. In the shadows, the outline of a small figure emerged from the darkness. She had bright red hair, flat against her scalp, she wore a hot pink jacket and black leggings. I recognized her immediately, that familiar pointed chin, and the bright sparkles on her eyelids. She held a flashlight in her right hand. I tried talking, but it came out muffled.

“Hey Ice! How you doing!?!?” She said as she was taking the tape off my mouth and wiping away the glue from my mouth with her fancy handkerchief. Acting like I wasn't near death and she was just chatting with an old friend ” Never been better,” I mumbled feebly with a roll of my eyes.

I thought for a moment, took a shallow breath, and asked rather angrily.“Ally where have you been?! And I told you to stop calling me that my name is Jay!” “Jeez chill. You’re gonna be unconscious any minute now from the blood loss.” Ally said in a concentrated tone. “I’ll tell you everything on your birthday”

Right, my birthday I thought. I had forgotten it. When was the last time I even acknowledged my birthday? I laid in silence for a minute. It was when I was 12 almost 7 years ago I laughed to myself.

Ally, of course, stared at me funny

" Whatcha thinking about? Ms. Ice Cold Hearted” she asked in her usual way as I remembered it, as she was trying to bandage the rest of my wounds.

" Oh, nothing it’s just I haven’t celebrated my birthday since the last time I saw you which was when I was 12.” her face shows a shiver of shock for about a second, but she tried to hide it.

“I was surprised you even recognized me...” I tried to look casual, but my muscles won’t cooperate

" Of course I’ll remember my bestie Alexi Sidern Calene” Which she replied with-

" Oh shut up Jaden Icelyn Oxwyan.”

I smiled for the first time in forever

“Hey, Jaden.”

“Yeah?” I replied,

“You’re my best friend till the end right?”

“Uh Huh.” I agreed, not sure where this was going. My eyes widened when I saw what she was holding. A needle with a black liquid I knew way too well of.

“Don’t,” I warned in a chilling voice I’ve only used once with my sister.

“I have to.” Her voice came out small and strained like it wasn’t her choice.

Tears dripped down her chin and fell on my face, mixing with my own. I couldn’t move, I could only squeeze my eyes shut as she plunged the needle right into my heart.

“Sorry.”