The thunder outside was rolling off in the distance, the windows were slightly open in a wide-ranged estate. Causing the damp air to flow in and send shivers up a girl's spine. The girl had long black hair, piercing chocolate eyes, and her complexion waved the fact that she was Hispanic. Everything about her seemed perfect. The only distinct flaw about her at the moment was that she was covered in blood.
Lithium don't want to lock me up inside. Lithium I want to stay in love with my sorrow. Don't want to forget how it feels without lithium. Oh, but God, I want to let it go.
With the remains of her consciousness she was sure it belonged to her alone. She strived to crawl across the floor though the burning in her broken bones and various gashes told her otherwise. She finally got to her destination, a blonde girl of her own age, her stepsister. "Sharp?" her voice was hoarse, and she knew it had to do with the small incision in her throat. "Sharpay please." No answer, there wasn't enough time for this. They would be back any minute, she could feel a light pulse coming from her sister's neck, and she shimmied her way back to the edge of the bed where her emergency cell phone was.
Come to bed, don't make me sleep alone. Couldn't hide the emptiness, you let it show. Never wanted it to be so cold. Just didn't drink enough to say you love me.
It rang twice before she heard someone on the other end. "What is your emergency?" The talking caught up with her, blood spilling inward to her throat making her choke on her words. "Ma'am? Sir? What is the problem?" "Help." It gurgled making small bubbles of ruby to slip past her lips. She was going to pass out, she could feel it coming. "Ma'am? You're on a cell phone? Is that correct?" She couldn't speak any further and she was slowly drifting off. Without missing a beat the operator went on. "I have a GPS on it the authorities will be there shortly, try to keep me on the line." She made it back to her sister clutching her small frame to herself. Trying to remember that the day before they were laughing and knowing how perfect their lives were. A tear leaked out of her eye as she choked on a sob.
Don't want to lay me down this time. Drown my will to fly. Here in the darkness I know myself. Can't break free til I let it go. Let me go.
It was too much and her stomach hit bare bottom as she heard a thumping coming up the stairwell. She tried to slow her breathing to make it look as if she were dead. One of the men came in and threw something on the floor. Another person? Not just a person but a man she had grown with and loved with all her heart. Dark mouse brown hair, bluest of eyes, and a smile that could make the cruelest of hearts swoon away. Only now his eyes were glazed and vacant. She sobbed trying to reach out to him. The engagement ring glistening like a tear on her finger. "Troy?" She didn't care anymore. If they could kill someone who wasn't even involved with any of this she knew full and well that they were no other survivors. What's the point life was leaking through her fingers. The perfection was gone thanks to her mother. Her own mother. Rage was encased in her heart, and she was begging for death.
Darling I forgive you after all, anything is better than to be alone. In the end I guess I had to fall. Always find my way among the ashes.
The man came back through the door, and grasped her by the top of the scalp. "The cops are here and you're the only one left." He stabbed her neck again cutting the artery he had missed by inches last time. She could she red outside the windows. Though it could've been the blood rushing into her eye sockets. She heard yelling as she slipped and hit the floor.