That Shooting Star (Chap. 2)

"I'm not even hungry anymore. Can we get-to-goin'? I don't feel like being depressed, even if I have to try to feel like that! We'll be back. Expect it." The woman said. I was hyperventilating. I told myself to breathe as they walked out the door, leaving us crying in a pool of our mother and father's blood.

That's when I died.

I might have looked alive, sounded alive....maybe even acted alive on occasions but....mainly I was dead.

I would always be dead inside.

After convincing myself I had to be strong for my sister and stop crying in our grandparents home and be the one to lean on. I started by taking a shower, splashing myself with cold water, and Change my clothes.
I started supporting the perfect lifestyle. I'd moped for a month. I went back to school and let my sister mope for another week. I went back into cheerleading, track, and gymnastics. I got a part-time job at a food market that fit in my schedule and left just enough time to comfort my sister. Got straight A's on my report card.
I sat down in the chair to do my homework one day, and I heard screams.

I ran out and saw my grandparents on the floor-with two holes in their necks. I gasped remembering those thing's words

"We'll be back. Expect it."

I walked into Mackenzie's room, saying "Their dead. They got to them." Kenzie stared up at me. "I failed you." I said. "I failed them. I should have been able to protect all of us. I'm weak." I said, realizing that blocking my feeling and having the perfect life won't erase my past. Won't stop what I'm afraid of.
"No." Kenzie said "You didn't fail me. There was nothing we could have done. Nothing." She said sadly, just as numb as I was.

We were moved into an orphanage, only feeling when we were alone with each other, numb from emotion the moment a fly buzzed into our room. The only thing we needed was each other.

I was gone officially, and so was Mackenzie.

When I sat up five months later, I looked down the row of girls near me. I felt emotion even though some of them were up changing, or messing with their hair. I felt....lucky?

Yeah, I felt lucky to be here, over four months later I'd made it again without anyone I cared about dying!

Then again, I'd never let myself care about anybody besides Kenzie....

I woke her up and explained my feelings. Her eyed grew narrow with concern. I licked my lips waiting for something to show emotion in her, even anger-but not expecting her to burst out into happy tears!

We cried happily on each other's shoulders until it was time to get dressed. I curled up into a ball that night, happily sighing when I felt a hand wrap around my wrist, ready to embrace my sister and be happy again.

But then...the hand was reaaalllllyyyy cold. Like ice. Nails. I stared at the clock. 11pm.

My happy day was still going....but it stopped.....right when the orange eyes began to glow and my hand began to lift and be pressed up against sharp canines in the darkness....uh-oh....