With a short cry I crumbled to the pavement and the body with me, laying there on the sidewalk lay my sister. The sister whom I love, who has taken me in since things got so bad at home. Now it’s pouring rain, and it’s still warm. But there’s blood in the rain and there’s blood on me. Facing towards the sky I screamed and cried, like one of those bitterly tragic and absolutely cliché parts where the person screams with the unfairness of the death. I’ve never looked at those scenes quite the same. The dream continues on for a little while, blood drifting down a now clean white sidewalk.
Warm rain tinted a soft blue gray raining down with a vengeance, and my sisters form blurs and it’s just suddenly someone I care for. One of my other family members who has helped me through so much.
Sitting in the rain I cry, the shadow mans kitchen knife clutched in my hand, and screaming out a bitter, “I’m sorry.”
