The Stoic Gaze

I usually wasn't one for taking walks to school but today seemed a little different for me.
My younger sister was by my side with her green eyes wide and sparkling and her perfect black hair tailing behind her like a curtain.
It was surprisingly cold, especially since it was almost June already, so I wrapped my blazer even tighter around my waist and silently cursed at the fact that my school's strict uniform policy required such a short skirt.
My school was only across the street but that didn't stop the ever so slow stoplight to halt our quick detour.
I held on to my sister's hand as gentle as I could as we waited on the sidewalk.
And waited.
And waited.
Five minutes soon passed and the whooshing of the passing cars still continued.
The breeze started again, but this time more brutally.
It was like it was tugging, pulling on me. I turned my head to my sister.
"Aren't you cold in that outfit?" I asked it curiosity.
Her eyes showed confusion. "What are you talking about Mia? It's 92° out here!
It's burning hot!"
She turned her head toward the rushing streets.
The breeze continued.
My fingers began to go numb with fear and freeze.
"But don't you feel that wind, Lucy? It's vicious!"
She looked at me again, her eyes reflecting worry and concern. "Mia, there's not even a little trace of a breeze out here,"
She turned her head toward the rushing streets again.
The breeze continued.
And the time ticked on.
And on.
And on.
And on.
The breeze continued.
The speeding cars continued.
The stoplight stayed red.
An hour was close to concluding.
This was beginning to get ridiculous.
I turned around and began to walk away, fully intent on going home and asking mom to drive us to school but I first had to get little-miss-coo-coo-bird to be at my side.
I gently tugged at her hand to snap her back to reality. "Come on Lucy, let's get someone to drive us there," I whispered in her ear.
She didn't budge.
I tugged harder.
She didn't budge.
"Lucy?"
Nothing.
The breeze was begining to take a toll on me, freezing my legs and cheeks pale.
Yet it still continued.
I began pulling and yanking at her arm in a hasty speed.
Pushing dignity aside, I begged. "Lucy please! Please don't do this to me now of all times! Let's find another way to get to school! I'm freezing cold and the teachers will have my head on a platter if I'm late again!"
She didn't budge.
I felt something, feather light and dainty, kiss on my shoulder. My eyes trailed down to the source as the area went numb.
A snowflake.
Beautiful and crystal-pure, sitting on my shoulder all nice and comfortable.
My eyes begin to occupy our surrounding areas.
And the realization hit me like a freight train.
My sister and I, minus the millions of car occupants whooshing down the road, were the only ones here.
No person.
No buildings.
Not even a simple fly was around us.
More snowflakes joined with the one on my shoulder as the powdery white blanket began to form on the ground.
The breeze continued.
My sister still wouldn't move.
Something was wrong. Completely and utterly wrong.
I let go of my sister's hand and ran.
And ran.
And ran.
I would run until I was away from it.
From this madness.
But my foot caught on something.
And I fell over a stump and splashed into a puddle.
The breeze continued.
My head was spinning in confusion and fear.
I opened my eyes and looked at the stump.
But it wasn't a stump.
It was a girl, about my age, wearing a similar uniform, with a similar hairstyle and color.
Her skin was bone white and blistered, and her limbs were twisted in uneven ways so brutally it was horrifying.
The girls mouth was open, in a silent gape, as blood rushed past the lips and down the chin.
Her hand was brushing against mine ever so slightly and I instantly pulled away at the feeling of her frozen hand.
And I stared at my own in horror.
My hands were coated in this girl's fresh blood.
I was in this girl's fresh blood.
And on her right hand, middle finger was a ring, with a little white diamond without its sparkle and small drops of crimson staining it.
And on my right hand, middle finger was a ring, with a little white diamond with its sparkle and untouched.
My hands flew to my mouth as a scream of horror threatened to be let loose.
The breeze continued.
Body shaking, I hurrily stood up and backed away.
But then I heard it.
It was as gentle as a whisper, dancing in the wind in an innocent lilt.
Ring around the rosie
A pocket full of poise 
Ashes
Ashes
We all fall down
I looked at the body once more.
To whom was singing the tune.
And standing over the body.
Was a small girl in the same uniform, green eyes dull and lifeless and her oily black hair hung loosely at her face making her resemble a ghost.
In her hand was a knife stained with red.
In my sister's hand was a knife stained with red.
She looked at me.
Stared at me.
And the breeze continued.
Blowing her stringy hair around as she stared.
Unmoving.
Uncaring.
Only staring.
I ran.
And ran.
And ran.
She started walking.
With her legs a drag across the cold concrete.
Drag.
And drag.
And drag.
And I ran.
And the breeze continued.
My legs were frozen but I still ran.
She was still walking.
Drag.
And drag.
And drag.
My eyes darted to a clearing.
An alley way to be exact.
And I ran.
And ran.
And ran.
And she was still walking.
Drag.
And drag.
And drag.
And the breeze continued.
I was met with a wall, constructed brick by brick.
And she was still walking.
Drag.
And drag.
And drag.
I pounded my hands against the wall, screaming.
Kicking and shoving.
The breeze continued.
The snow was piling.
A tug on my hair and blade to my throat.
I was dragged.
And dragged.
And dragged.
By my little sister all the way to the street curb.
The road still blocked by the stoplight and the rushing cars.
I struggled and thrashed.
Scream.
By.
Scream.
And it all happened in slow motion.
A single push, rough on the back.
I fell in the street, face first.
Looking up, I could only stare in horror.
Frozen.
A truck rushing towards me at an impossible speed.
And the pain that soon followed.
My chest stung and my breaths were ragged.
Arms, legs, and possibly neck broken.
My right hand, middle finger ring's diamond lost its sparkle and stained with drops of blood.
A cry ripped out my throat and liquid flowed down past my lips and down my chin.
My sister stared with emotionless eyes from the curb.
The stoplight turned green, halting all cars from continuing their journey.
I couldn't move.
I couldn't breathe.
I could only stare.
As my little sister stroded towards me.
With dull lifeless eyes.
Standing over my defenseless body.
And raised her knife in the air.
My breath caught in my throat.
The knife slammed down in my stomach.
Blood poured out, pooling in the road.
Nothing but pain searing.
And the breeze stopped.
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