The water dripped from the ceiling, so that the floor under it was slippery. I walked inside carefully, I didn't want to break my arm yet. A damp air was smelled by everywhere. For heaven's sake, why did I choose this place at first? I need to help myself up or else I would be killed.
I found a small and dry area, enough for me to rest for a while. It had been three hours since I left my house. This abandoned house seemed a perfect place to hide.
My breath echoed. Soon I laughed. Then I cried.
It was her fault to become so annoying and wicked for a sudden. No one asked her to make someone mad. To made me angry. It was her fault if I suddenly grabbed a forks and stabbed it to that innocent arm. And to a pair of sweet rosy lips. And to that beautiful face.
I remembered I fall back to the ground. The girl in front of me fell down after me, slipped by her own puddle of blood. She wasn't die yet. Her long lashed eyes still could blink to me, pleaded for a forgiveness. Asked for my sympathy.
My laugh resonanced on the wall. Soon I cried. Then I smirked.
I had literally no one after this. My only family was her. I didn't remember how my parents died. Like I care.
My sympathy had gone for years. But it came when I didn't ask for it. I stared to my dirty hands, both felt itchy because of the blood. The red substance looked contrast with my white summer dress. I didn't like white, but she choosed this for me back then.
"Because it looks like a snowflake. I know you like it."
I remembered I didn't notice she pressed an emergency button on her phone. I sat in front of her quietly, watched her suffered calmly. And her constant shaking finally over. She deserved this. After those fake attention she gave to me. Soon I thought she was completely a liar when I heard police siren outside my house. She wouldn't do that if she loved me. If she loves me. She would pleaded to me with those filthy eyes, teared up, and I would ended up forgave her like the old days.
But, nope. She ran off her patient. I escaped from the back door before the police could cleared the area. I ran away. At three kilometres away from my house, I let out a happy laugh for my freedom. I didn't want to think about the chance I was got caught by the police. The most important thing was, I was free. From that evil old hag.
My tears streamed down my cheeks. Soon I smirked. Then I laugh.
I have no one.
My jerk older sister, I sweared, was already gone. Forever. I didn't know what the police would do with her corpse. Like I care.
I cleared up my hands to my dress. The substance soiled the color. It wasn’t as white as the snowflakes now.
But I wanted to see the snowflakes for a sudden.914Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr6kGpWpuyH
