I always loved my sister. Even though we were 5 years apart, I always had a incredible admiration for her. I remember I use to cry whenever she got hurt.
One time, when I was 5 and she was 10, she jumped from the roof of our two story house. And her body plummeted right next to me. I started to cry when I saw her twisted neck.
After a few minutes, her head turned back into place. As she lied in her own blood, She turned to me and smiled.
"Don’t cry, Suzy. I’m okay."
She then got up and walked into the house, not bothered by her blood stained clothes.
I stared at the spot where my sister once lied in. Her blood coated the grass. To this day, I never found out what my sister was.
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Credits to: Lovelyflowersdie
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