Blood and pain is all I can see and feel.

The bashing of a head.

A scream echos through my soul.

Reality smudged with pictures and tears from another set of eyes.

I hear myself screaming out a name,

a familiar name, a loved name, a cherished name.

I feel my nerves screaming out torment and suffering but I am physically wounded.

My hands push against a door, my legs stumble across the slightly slippery floor.

The calls of a teacher squeeze through the chattering class and into my crazy uncontrollable state.

A tall figure steps in my way, hands out.

Visions thunder and crash in my brain like a raging storm. Immense throbbing surges through my skull once again and bursts causing me to fall on my knees.

I stagger up.

My hands and muscles push the obstacle away easily.

So close… please hang on!

Shrill screams shoot out from the far end of the hallway, willing me forward, a spear of agony flies into my stomach.

A-a KNIFE! They’re using a knife this time!

I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!

I push the rusty door open and I see the monstrous pack,

I hear broken cries.

My twin sister.

I sprint towards her.

The swing sways in the wind sending squeaks of alarm through the empty playground.

Cruel, crazed laughter and giggling merge with desperate shrieking slowly twist around each other forming a sound wave that plummets into my brain.

I bash and bite, punch and choke till my sister falls into my arms.

I stare at her broken and fragile body.

Tears drip down my face.

My mourning continues.

I wail and call for someone to help her

And they do help her my class gathers around us and the teacher tries to stop the bleeding.

My classmates call for professional assistance

And before long help arrives

I scramble after my sister and get on to the car.

I sit next to her body which is now covered in tubes.

Please get well sister.