ROUGE
By FionaDearest
"Cyndi! Cyndi!" Louis shrieked, "Cyndi! Where are you?" I ran over to my sister, "What's wrong, Louis?" I asked, looking at her face that was illuminated by the light of my fading candle.
"Cyndi's gone!" Louis cried. I gasped. No! Louis was lying! I fell to the ground and covered my face with my hands, wanting to escape reality.
"Rouge! Louisiana! Come back inside!" Mama called to us, "We'll never find Cyndi." My sister and I exchanged glances and followed Mama inside.
There, naked, wrapped in a soaking blanket, was my younger sister Cyndi. I will never get that picture out of my head. Ever.
"Oh God!" Louis said, mortified. She ran upstairs and slammed the door to out room.
"Suicide," Mama muttered underneath her breath. My eyes opened in shock. Suicide? Not Cyndi! "Murder," I countered back at her.
Mama gave me a funny look. Ever since Danelle was murdered by a street gang, I always thought that it would happen to Cyndi as well.
"Go to bed Rouge," Mama snapped, not wanting to hear any more talk about it. I sighed and trudged up the stairs.
Why us? Why me?
By FionaDearest
"Cyndi! Cyndi!" Louis shrieked, "Cyndi! Where are you?" I ran over to my sister, "What's wrong, Louis?" I asked, looking at her face that was illuminated by the light of my fading candle.
"Cyndi's gone!" Louis cried. I gasped. No! Louis was lying! I fell to the ground and covered my face with my hands, wanting to escape reality.
"Rouge! Louisiana! Come back inside!" Mama called to us, "We'll never find Cyndi." My sister and I exchanged glances and followed Mama inside.
There, naked, wrapped in a soaking blanket, was my younger sister Cyndi. I will never get that picture out of my head. Ever.
"Oh God!" Louis said, mortified. She ran upstairs and slammed the door to out room.
"Suicide," Mama muttered underneath her breath. My eyes opened in shock. Suicide? Not Cyndi! "Murder," I countered back at her.
Mama gave me a funny look. Ever since Danelle was murdered by a street gang, I always thought that it would happen to Cyndi as well.
"Go to bed Rouge," Mama snapped, not wanting to hear any more talk about it. I sighed and trudged up the stairs.
Why us? Why me?