She sat all alone, and she was crying. Her bed was drenched with salty tears, and her pillows stained by the running makeup. It was all her fault. It was her that had such a fierce temper. She had gotten so mad at her younger brother that she hit him hard right in the temple, on his left side. He had to go to the hospital, and died about an hour ago. Her parents were out doing all the paperwork. So here she was. Ruining her bed sheets in a cold and empty room.
That's when something caught her eye. Something that wasn't there a second ago. Something that wasn't right. Something that she, being a perfectionist needed to correct. A crack in the wall. In HER perfect bedroom. So, she blandly got up and crossed the room to go and get some patching to fix it with. She was stopped. Not by choice. The door was locked. SHE was looked in. Her heart was pumping faster now, but she kept her cool. It was no problem. Just a minor setback. Her parents would be home in a few hours, and fix this dreadful door. She put her back to the door, and faced her room. What a sight.
There were cracks opening up all over, right before her eyes. The walls, ceiling, floor...everywhere. There was something coming out of it. It was red and thick... and she knew what it was. Blood. Oh no.
She was running now, al around. The blood was squirting through the walls, showering out the ceiling and gurgling up through the floors. She was drench in it. Everything was. No, wait... not everything. The old photo. The one with her parents, her and her deceased brother.
Then, one drop of blood fell onto the picture. The drop spread through, but only through the outline of her brothers pale figure. Then is disappeared. She freaked, and smacked the photo of the wall. Ops, bad idea.
The glass protector shattered, and a shadow was arising. She backed up slowly, and slipped in the blood. No she was crawling away. And she hit the wall. The shadow was on her now. She glanced back to the photo to find that her brother had completely disappeared from it. The shadow put to hands around her throat, and pushed.
As she died, she looked into the eyes of her brother.