I felt the cold, breath of Mother Nature graze upon my face as I sprinted through the tall,dense, brush that fronted the home of which I was so desperate to reach.

“Luna!Luna, are you ok?!” I screamed my 16 year old sisters name, the more I heard silence the more my heart fell.

I heard my little sister release a scream that struck fear into every inch in my body. Her scream forced my legs to run faster than I knew was possible.I threw open the white, wood door that was the last barrier between me and the only person I had left.

“Luna!No…” I felt my voice fail me as I collapsed to my knees. The tears I was holding back flooded my face with the forced of a waterfall. I thought I had to hold my composure so that when I reunited with my sister…if I reunited with my sister I could console her not the other way around.

My sister was lying in a lake of her own blood. The sources of this gruesome mess was the stab wound in her front.

“Hey Sis…wha-whats up?” My sister spoke softly, such a simple action required so much of her energy. I see what she was trying to do. My sister has always been one to see the glass half full, if she could not find a positive spin on something bad then she would try to distract us both from the problem. I decided that for once I would play along, for her sake.

“My heart rate, how about you?” I mumbled in a chocked voice. At this she chuckled in a pain stricken voice. I watched her chest as it rise and sunk in perfect harmony with each breath.

“Bye Sis, see you in a few decades.” She mumbled. Before I could respond her breathing slowed to a stop. She was gone.