Author: I Am Semi-Bulletproof PM
Nobody wants to kill their older sister. But I had to. *My first story* -Flames will be used to bake a cake-Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror/Angst - Words: 159 - Reviews: 5 - Published: 01-27-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3095885
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The bat felt like dead weight in my hands. I couldn't do it. I couldn't kill my sister. She walked toward me slowly, a dead look in her eyes. Her once beautiful blond hair was soaked in blood and her dress was torn in multiple places. "Melanie…" I said sadly. Melanie's mouth opened and closed showing her teeth. They were sharp and decayed. She uttered a low growl. "I'm sorry…" I whispered, swinging the metal bat. It connected with her skull, and a sickening crack has heard. Gray matter oozed from the fresh wound. Is that..her brain? I thought, disgusted. I swung the bat again, and her head was hanging by a thin strip of skin. Melanie fell to the ground, and her body twitched violently. I heard more of the monsters, and ran.
A/n: Why I wrote this I have no clue. The thought popped into my head while listening to Luke Bryan music. Weird…anyways this is this.