Adelyn
Catherine I don’t know when everyone leaves the room, but when I look back up the sun is starting to shine through the window as I sit cradling my sister’s lifeless body in my arms. She has stopped bleeding, I can only imagine that she has run out of blood and it now covers the bed beneath her. The sun’s rays shine through the window lighting up Mary’s face, and I kiss her forehead as my tears fall onto her face. She is cold. She is not here anymore. She is gone. She is gone. I can’t let her go. I can’t leave her alone. I can’t let her just lie here alone and then I hear her crying. “Adelyn,” I say through tears. Adelyn is a part of my sister, and hesitantly and gently I lie my sister’s body
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