Maddison
Cold, pale, and lifeless—that was how Emma looked like as I cradled her in my arms. She was far too different from the first time I met her—alive and beautiful. My cheeks were flooded with tears. I was screaming her name out loud; so loud that my own eardrums would break any minute.
The daylight turned to darkness as my tears dried. I could only hear my little sobs in the woods. I stood up and carried Emma's dead body, walking to nowhere. The truth is, I didn't know where to go and what to do. All I wanted was to keep Emma's body safe. I didn't want to bury her. She was a sister when I had no family. She used to protect me from the kids who would bully me back in the orphanage. How ironic it was for her to die in my own hands. I continued my steps forward until I reached a rive
