Dreams

So, I posted this in a note on my Facebook profile, but I figured I'd share it on my blog as well. It's a scene I wrote depicting the last scene from a dream I had. The scene ends where I woke up and started writing. So, here it goes:

I tried wrapping my arms around her, hugging her one last time but her life drained from her eyes, her body going limp against the seat belt, a corpse taking her place. I slowly pulled my arms away and stood staring at her, my eyes filling with tears that threatened to run freely down my face, unchecked. Mom stood at the hood of the vehicle, staring up into the sky. My other sister stood crying next to me and I couldn’t quite wrap my brain around the implications of what just happened. Cars zoomed by on their way to anywhere but here, and I couldn’t blame them. Anywhere was better than this giant steel trap of a city. So many had died in the past months, and no one knew why. It had been my job to save them, but I couldn’t even manage to save my own freaking sister! My life was falling down around me and I didn’t know how to handle it. I collapsed right there, holding on to the corpse’s pant leg. I shook the leg, hard, but nothing happened. How could this have happened? I didn’t know but I was sure as heck going to find out. My sister’s murder (yes, murder) was not going to go unchecked. I was going to find who killed her, who killed all these innocent people, and kill him (because I knew it had to be a him who did this, no way could a woman do anything this horrible) and I was going to kill him like he killed my sister. My arms fell away from the corpse and understanding finally dawned in my eyes. My sister was dead and no one could take her place in my heart, but she would have wanted me to continue the investigation and now that it was personal, that was just what I was going to do. 

I hope you enjoyed reading it and if you want to see more just let me know!