Board Thread:Art, Stories and Songs/@comment-25974603-20150530182328

I felt like making something tragic, so....yay? This is my first attempt at a tragedy fic.

On a Saturday morning, A little girl curiously peeked out the window, eyes widened and mouth opened in excitement.

"Sis! Sis! It's snowing outside!" The girl quickly ran from the window. A woman walked out of her room, yawning.She appeared to be in her late teens, around 17 or 18. The woman had long, dark brown hair that ended right at her shoulders. Her gray eyes pierced right into her sister's blue ones. She weakly smiled. "I know, Alana." Her name was Joanna. Alana then clasped her hands together and began shaking them, a pleading look in her eyes. "Can we pleaaase go outside? Pretty, pretty, please?" Joanna laughed, and patted her on the head. "Sure. After we eat breakfast." She watched as her little sister rushed down the stairs, eager to play outside. Sighing, content, Joanna quickly followed.

.....

Ten minutes later, the two sisters had completely exhausted themselves from building snowmen, making snow angels, snowball fights, but to them, it was worth it.

"Joanna! Can you take out the trash?" Their mother called out.

"Sure thing, mom!" Joanna quickly got up, wiping the snow off her jacket. Alana saw this, and frowned.

"Awwww, are we going to stop playing now?"

Joanna sighed, and looked at her directly in the eyes, smiling.

"Don't worry. I'll only be gone for a couple of minutes, then we'll play again, okay?"

Alana smiled, and threw her hands up in the air.

"Yaaaaay!"

Joanna giggled, and walked over to the front porch, grabbing the heavy black bag. She grunted. "Ah, shit. This is heavy." Struggling a bit, she made her way into a lonely and dark alleyway from across the street. The smell, to say the least, was terrible. Nearly gagging, and her eyes watering, Joanna pinched her nose, and made her way to the garbage can, wanting to get out of the alleyway as fast as possible.

"Hey, princess." A raspy male voice croaked from the darkness.

Joanna quickly spun around, getting in a stance to defend herself.

"The fuck!?" She swore, shocked at what at she just heard. Footsteps approached slowly from behind, and she froze, frightened. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you, pretty lady." The sound of a switchblade being flipped open made her gasp. A hand quickly covered her mouth. "...but I will if you make a noise." Joanna slowly opened her mouth, as his lips moved towards her neck. Just as he was about to plant his lips, she bit down.

Hard.

The man screamed in intense pain, and pulled back. "Gah! YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Screaming at her, he raised his switchblade into the air, and rushed at her. Joanna quickly took the opportunity to grab his hand, resulting in them spinning around uncontrollably, both struggling for the control of the knife, until the man headbutted her, sending her crashing onto the ground and hitting her head, hard. "I told you not to make a noise, you dumb teenage cheerleader bitch!" Joanna's vision was blurry. She felt weak. She felt as if she couldn't do anything. And she wasn't able to. The attacker planted his foot on her chest, and then, Joanna closed her eyes, accepting her fate.

It plunged down, sending surges of pain throughout her entire body. Feeling the red liquid pouring from her body, her eyes staring into his. Panting, the man began reaching to pull out the blade out of her body.

But, at that moment, she realized that she still had a little bit of life left in her.

And she knew that he was going to hurt someone else, too. She knew that she needed to put a stop to this.

There was only one thing left to do.

Wincing at the pain she felt as the blade was slowly pulled out, and as the man turned the knife around to look at her blood, Joanna shut her eyes.

Then, using her remaining energy, she grabbed the blade, and quickly thrust it into the man's neck, resulting in a horrified and shocked look on his face. Joanna stared into his, and heard his gurgles, as he fell to the ground, and slowly went limp. Letting out a sigh of relief, Joanna looked at her own wounds. She knew it was fatal. Feeling weak once again, she laid back down on the ground. She could hear Alana screaming as she entered the alleyway to check on her, and saw her little sister run towards her, Joanna tearing up at this. One last thought entered her mind.

I'll never see her again.

With that, her eyes closed, and the snow became harsher, tuning out the sobbing. 