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White flecks fall from the ground mixed with black ones. The ground is spotted like a cat, shifting on its own as the night darkens.
Cold hands run over my scalp, nails scratching at me raking down my flesh.
“I miss her.” My little brother says. I look down at the boy curled in my lap. His blue eyes are reddened and filled with tears.
“Me too,” I say. Mother takes her nails from my skin and grabbed the black brushes. She rakes the bristles through my hair her hands never pausing. I wince at the feeling in my legs. The soreness that followed me into the waking few days without my sister.
Shutting my eyes I hold back the tears, the memories prominently splayed out for me to never forget,
“If you go to school and it happens again…you know what will happen right?” I turn to mother and her sad slitted eyes. The dark emeralds shine so brightly but burn so dark.
“I know what I am responsible for doing if that is so.” she nods and squeezes my shoulder. Her hand lingered for only mere moments. She stands to hold a hand out to my brother.
He takes her hand looking at me for a second.
“Good night,” I whisper. The door clicks softly behind them as they exit into the next room. The bed beside mine remained empty and cold. Dust already gathering on the pillow.
I roll into bed and stare out the window until my eyes dip and my body relaxes in fatigue. Mother tiptoes through the room and boards up the window as my eyes close for the last time that night
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