Sweat prickled on my forehead as I tried to breathe. The vision I had seen scared the s**t out of me, and I tried to stop seeing it, but there was so much blood dripping over me, and the dagger was in my hand.
Had I killed someone? My stomach coiled in response, and I stumbled my way up the stairs to the bathroom, crashing on the floor, reaching for the toilet bowl as I heaved. Nothing came out, my stomach empty, but it still sucked.
I breathed in and out, concentrating on keeping them even when the shadows appeared, dark and thunderous. My brother walked out of them with that annoying smirk that I hated so much.
“Little sister. Nice to see you again,” he said, bending down to me. “Do you know how hard it is to get you alone nowadays?” he said, and I spat at him.
I hope it tasted like
