"Savannah...! Savannah!" my name rang through the house. I looked around, darkness swallowing everything. I tried to call out for my sister, but nothing came out. After minutes of trying to yell, I finally found my voice.
"Hannah! Hannah! Hannah, where are you?!" I shouted. I was determined to find my sister. She shouted my name again, but her voice was getting fainter. Tears ran down my face slowly. I didn't know what was going to happen to my twelve year old sister, and I was afraid. She yelled my name one more time, her voice fading away. It was dead silent for a moment as I sprinted around the dark house. Just as I turned the corner, I saw her. She gasped as she saw my face.
"Sav-" she tried to say as a dark figure outlined in white joined us. His knife shimmered in the dark of the night, and an evil laugh filled the room. He stepped closer.
"Say goodbye, sweetheart!" his hoarse, rough voice yelled. Hannah's life flashed before my eyes as the man lowered the knife into my sister's heart. Her scream echoed loudly through my head, or maybe that was mine. Both of ours, maybe. The bloody knife fell to the ground as the man who killed Hannah ran. I tried to follow, running as fast as I possibly could. My heart was filled with anger, and it hadn't processed until the door slammed and the murderer ran off into the forest. Hannah was gone. Dead. I would never see her again. Hear her laugh again. Feel her sweet hug again. Ever