Found
by N. R. Borg | Score: 5350
As my sister breathed her last, My eyes were blinded by red, my fist clenched in rage, my scream echoing across the gorge. In her lifeless hand was a key chain. I picked it up and tears splattered the dirt ground. It was the one I gave her when we were seven. She had a passion for making things and had always wanted to be an inventor. "Don't worry sistra, I will avenge you. I looked around and realized that I had no idea how I was to get out. Glancing at my bloodstained hands, I saw that they were stripped raw from the fall. The fall that killed her. I turned my eyes skyward at the sound of a helicopter whirring. I stumbled to my feet, waving my arms wildly, hoping that they would see me, crying my throat raw for help. The beam of light swirled over me and I heard faint cries of we found them! By the time they had landed and reached us, I had fallen to the ground my energy spent. it had started to rain, and I felt strong arms pick me up, and whisper, "Don't worry Keira, Jenny will be ok. Your both going to be ok." It