It was the same as most nights; Sansa started out in her bed, in her bedroom in Winterfell. Bran and Rickon were on the other side of the wall, Arya on the other side of them. Robb was across the hall and Jon was next to him, and their parents were at the end of the hall.
She was restless, tossing and turning in her sleep until she woke up with a cry. Sansa stood and put her favorite pink robe on over her shorts and tank top to go get some water from the kitchen downstairs.
Her parent's door was open; strange, but they were probably just not tired. That happened sometimes, they'd get a movie from downstairs and watch it until they fell asleep. Robb's door was open too; Sansa scoffed. He would be out partying, then. Weird, Jon wasn't with him.
Quietly, she walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, taking out a glass and opening the fridge. She took a few gulps of water and set the now-empty glass down on the counter. Sansa turned around and gasped.
Her mum and dad were looking at her with pleading eyes from the living room. They were standing, facing her, and somebody was between them. He was facing them, holding something. Her gasp must have alerted him; he turned around slowly, and Sansa saw that what he was holding was a gun. He pointed it at her, and she didn't even have time to close her eyes before a dark blur flew across the room and tackled him.
Robb.
There was a shot, and the figure stood up again; Robb didn't. Her mother covered her mouth with both hands and her father turned into stone; he may as well have, at least. Tears streamed from Sansa's eyes as she turned and sprinted up the stairs, hearing two more shots ring out behind her. She burst into Arya's room first, but it was empty, the bed made and a note with one word on it laying on her pillow; goodbye.
Bran and Rickon were next, and she slammed the door open and screamed when they weren't there; Bran's wheelchair was next to the bed and the windows were open, a breeze blowing in.
There were footsteps coming up behind her, and she ran again, into Jon's room this time. His body was on his bed, and it wasn't for the blood on his walls she would have thought him sleeping. Sansa sobbed and hid in his closet, covering her mouth like she had seen her mother do before.
She saw shoes under the closet doors, and they opened wide. Sansa screamed.