Short stories

Story 1: Red Liquid Pain.

Liquid Pain

I watch you. I watch your frail body wrack with low, empty sobs. No tears fall. Yo've cried all your tears and all that's left is pain. I watch and my heart shrivels as I see the resemblence. You were following my actions. The ones I hid from you. You didn't have to now what happened when you were fast asleep. I took the hits and suppressed the screams. I kept you safe. The light in your eyes when you smiled is what kept me going.

You flinch as the voices grow louder, screams echoing through the hollow house. The fights I would sheild you from, the ones you never knew existed. I would step in before the noises woke you. I would be his silent punching bag. 

You hug your knees to your chest and watch as the emotions drain away, leaving hollowness in its wake. Your cheeks stained black. The only evidence of the mask you wore each broken day, since i've been gone. You are void of warmth. Void of the life that used to ring through your voice. You are now empty and cold. Alone.

Your heart starts to burn again, the tears fall and you bite your cheek as you distract yourself from the emotional pain and focus on the physical. The only part of reality you can still handle.

My heart breaks with each and every harsh movement of your wrist. Digging deeper, willing yourself to drain the pain. A small whimper escapes your cracked lips and I fall to my knees infront of you, knowing that's all it takes. I didn't want this. I didn't want you to follow in my footsteps. All those years I protected you. My darling little sister, born into a broken family. I had to hide my scars. I had to hide my bruises. I hate that you were the one to find my limp body that night.

My screams go unnoticed, you look up but not at me, you look through me. As if i'm not there. The shouts start to fade as your eyelids grow heavy. And i'm left. Staring at the frail girl, slipping from life, with a blade in her hand. Surrounded by her red, liquid pain.