My sister never leaves meCome, Sister, time to play,I locked the door – can't run away.Dear Sister, stop the game!Unlock the door – don't want to play!Little Sister, rest your head,I puffed the pillow, made the bed.Please sister, let me rest,Don't want to cry, but sleep instead!Sweet Sister, why so shy?Why think I'd make you cry?Oh, Sister, don't denyIf you could you'd let me die!Silly Sister, close you eyes,Let your bloody hands to dry!Why, Sister, why the lies?It's not my blood, it's not my crime!Lovely Sister, we are one,There's no place for you to run!Cruel Sister, what you've doneI don't want to hold a gun!Darling Sister, here's a knife,Please use it to end your life!When you're gone I'll say goodbye,Without a tear to cry.
What it's worthFor the greater good.Eyes closed a bit tighter than normal, Dolores drew a ragged breath through her nose and sighed. Her right hand loosened it's grip slightly around the sleek, dark quill. It took her only a few moments to regain her composure, and she opened her eyes again, glaring down at the parchment laying in front of her. The words shimmered in the faint candle light, a lovely red shade colouring them. Only four remains.For the greater good.She hardly managed to contain a small gasp. Tears had already started gathering in the corner of her eyes minutes ago, but she refused to let them fall. Her desk was messy enough already.She could've cast a charm to clean up the growing pool of blood from the delicate wood, but for some reason the sight of it made her feel calm and... safe. It was a lovely shade of dark red, just like the words she had written only moments ago.It was a good thing she bought that blood quill a few years back. It was useful then, and invalub