I was running as fast as I could, baring the pain of my swollen ankle while carrying my baby sister
"What's chasing us, Monica?" my baby sister, Whisper asked
I ignored her question, hiding behind a tree, putting my finger to my lips, quieting her. I looked around.
There was no one there.
"Monica?" Whisper whispered
"Yeah?"
"I'm scared"
I turned away, so she wouldn't catch me crying
"Yeah, I'm scared too, Whisper" I said after a few moments
Those were our last words before we died