Run..

For hours I had been running down the dark, cold alley. The rain was running down my scratched face and lightening was crackling in the background.That did not matter, for all I wanted was to get away from.. Ashley. I carried my bawling younger sister round every street and every corner, clinging to her in pain. Ashley was gaining on us fast. She wants to take my younger sister away from me before enjoying my murder as the blood will spill out of my chest where she will stab me to death in joy.
I could hear her exhausted, loud breathing as my running was cut off by a dead end. Now Ashley would kill me as she killed my parents, and she will take my baby sister, as she took my younger brother. I gazed around for anywhere to go at all, and spotted a rusty old looking ladder that climbed up onto a roof. Ashley was now seconds away, I didn't have any time to think. In agony, I began to climb up the ladder with barely any thoughts. I clung to my baby sister as desperately and as tightly as I could. I could hear Ashley's footprint's approaching the ladder below me whispering something softly, which I could not catch.
My situation was intense; I could not decide whether to let Ashley have what she wanted or to carry on fighting back. It was hopeless; she would get what she needed soon enough. She was faster than me. My vision blurred slightly and I spotted an open window in the distance. I limped over to it, placed my baby sister into it gently, placing a kiss on her cheek.
"I love you, little Clare. Good luck," I whispered into her tiny ear before pulling out a piece of paper and a pen.
'To whoever shall read this, 14th March 1997
My name is Sapphire Baker. When you read this I shall be dead and probably long gone. My younger sister needs to live a life whereas mine must end.. for her. Her name is Clare Baker and she is fourteen months old. Please make sure she goes to a good home,
Sapphire xx'
I scrawled it with barely any thought before throwing it down beside my baby sister. I pulled the curtains and slammed the window shut before turning round to see Ashley's head appear in front of me.
"Where is she?!" she yelled at me. I chewed my lip in desperation.
"I don't know. She's just.. gone," I lied in frustration. Ashley approached me angrily and pulled out a pocket knife.
"I'm sorry," she murmured, and thrust the knife into my chest.

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