The Dying
Glass shatters across the floor
The girl lays motionless
The wound in her heart bleeds crimson
Her sister pulls the blood stained knife from the girl's chest
Screams are heard, cries for the lost one
People come to take the body away
Tears of pain stream down the sister's cheeks
Friends are told of the horrid night
The mourning starts
Funeral day comes and pasts
Five years later
The sister still mourns
Friends have forgotten the girl
Parents have moved on
The girl is alive by only the one who remembers her
No one knows she still lives
No one else cares
-Tyandra
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