Death (Open)

The Jawlotter sisters laid there, a fever had struck them, here and there.

And Aina sighed and looked at the ceiling, her eyes and head reeling. "We may not be rich, nor we poor. I need to do more"

"Yet death is coming, and as I say, our treatments would cost to say. So, death is coming our way"

Frail and Weak, rasing the hand, Aina sighed and looked around. "Adena, my sister, I dearly ask, will you remember me If I first pass?"

"Yes, and if so in my respect, please remember my head."

So, then the fever seperated their heads, gazing high and gazing low. Adena rustled and sweated it out, her eyes flicking about. She finally sighed and breathed her last, her chest lulling the breath out.

Aina sighed, and cried her heart, for the sister that lost behind her.

Aina sat there, and finally found a blade in a bedside table. Why struggle? Why perish? Why even care? Her sister was dead, she held the blade to her chest and stabbed herself first and again.

And the blood and gore stopped in death, her eyes laughed in happiness for the deadliness.

She finally followed her sister down the path.