Her Shadow From the Wall

 
*THUMP*

I kicked the locked door.

*THUMP*

one more, then..

*BLAG*

It opened. I ran in as fast as I could passing the living room in a mess,

*CREEK*CRACK*

As I step broken bottles on the floor, going up the stairs near the dark kitchen.

*PANT*PANT*

Tiredly, I opened the nearest door

*EEEK*

Empty

On the next door

*EEEK*

Empty

On the last door

*EEEK*

Still empty!

*PHUG!*

I punched the wall, "Where the fuck is she?!"

*PANT*SNORT*PANT*

*DEEP SIGH*

When I heard a soft cracking moan

"aa...aauu....uhhhgh---"

Its from the comfort room!I ran, then slowly opened the door with fear

*ee--eee--eEEE--EEK*

I...
I..
I saw her shadow on the wall. Hanging.
Her bruised neck tied up from the old ceiling.
Her eyes open,
her hands and feet a bit swaying.
I fell kneeling down. Looking up to her face. Dead.

"aa..uuhhh.uh..aaaghhh..."
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHH!?!!"

Shouting, as my head bow down touching the floor. Crying,
My mind racing through hundreds of thoughts.

"w...whh...Whyyy!?"

Then for hours I layed there..
Staring at her cold face.
Tired.
Dull.
Broken.
...And .. Done.

Heavily, I carried myself.
Went to my room and unlocked my cabinet to get my gun, and back to my sister's body and held her hanging hand, and lastly stared at her, remembering her pretty face.

I point the gun to my head...
Closed my eyes.
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*BOOM!*