The flames licked the stained skies, grey with smoke. She yelped as another tree cracked and fell. She crouched down low, sick of moving, sick of trying. She glanced up, and saw the sparks jumping high in the air, and settling on the treetops before they could die down. She could feel the heat on her back. She was ready to give up, then the baby, her sister, squirmed and cried from discomfort. Worrying about the child, she stood up and began to run again. She screamed when a burning tree forced her to change direction. Spinning around, she quickly found herself surrounded by he roaring flame. The sound of the cracking trees, which would've been calming any other time, chilled her to the bone. Chill her to the bone? She chuckled bitterly. she was about to die. why not laugh? So she did. she laughed and laughed; anyone around her would've thought she had started the fire. the baby stopped crying, mesmerized by her sister's ; laugh, until the flame caught the fabric on the older's shirt. Then, her rational mind kicked in. Wanting the baby to experiance the least amount of pain possible, she snapped her neck. the sickening crack echoed in her ears, and the last thing she thought, before the flame claimed her, was "I just killed my sister."
AN: sorry for any m's replaced with v's missing g's or overall misspelled words.