gone, but forgotten? [Ariel Porter]

The wind pounded against the windows, making the sound of her heart in her ears nothing but background noise. She could focus on nothing but the endless how of the relentless wind. She found herself being swallowed by it, her whole being consumed by the way the wind banged against the house like a criminal trying to break in to cause trouble and she found herself wanting to let him. But she doesn't move. Her body pressed against the wall of her room, her eyes struggling to focus on the small frail body in the corner.

It was her sister.

She was shivering, her body weak even though time upon time upon time ariel herself had given the girl the nutrients, the energy and the power of her own blood to keep her healthy. But it didn't seem to matter how many times the girls arms were linked with a tube stained with red, the weaker one never seemed to have enough. Always wanting more, so greedy to suck the life out of its own blood and bone to suffice its own... but always failing. The girl had grown to resent the one that she loved, even though she told herself that she didn't resent her, that this feeling within he would dissipate and the feeling of warmth and kindness that used to fill her would return and she would feel whole once again, she couldnt help but let the darkness inside. Darkness that grew even darker when the witch walked through the door. The girls eyes followed as she walked over to the shivering girl, her skin as pale as snow seemed to glow as she eyes danced upon Ariel for nothing more than a moment. It was like she was a shown in the ever darkening room. It was like the light only shone on her when it was time for her body to become in use.

But until then she was just an ornament.

Something that you could claim to be your own, something that you could claim to love and brag about but when everyones eyes were turned tossed in the corner, waiting for the moment to be polished and shined and placed on display once again. The woman runs her fingers over the sickly looking girl, her eyes growing warm as she took in the form of her dying child. She whispers a few words, tucking the girls hair behind her ear before wrapping a warm rug around her still form, all this time never taking notice of her second daughter.

A shadow.

So being the shadow she was she climbed to her feet, her piercing blue eyes glowing with hatred before she slipped from the room, taking the stairs two at a time fore she exited the house, disappearing into the howling wind and growing darkness: just like the show she had grown to be.

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