Prologue:

"Kim, hurry up, I don't have all day!" I yelled at the closed bathroom door. My sister had been in there for an hour already. She got up at six AM and believe me, she wasn't quiet about it. She ran the water for fifteen minutes to take a bath. Who takes a bath at six in the morning anyway?

Of course I press the snooze button twice and was left with a half an hour to get ready for school.

"Kim!" I yelled.

No answer. I didn't even hear the water sloshing around. What was she doing in there?

"Mom! Kim won't get out of the bathroom," I whined.

""Please don't yell, Deanna," she said, eyebrows furrowed. She put a palm to her forehead and grimaced. She must have one of her migraines again.

I knocked on the bathroom door lightly. "Are you almost done?" I asked into the door. Nothing.

"Mom, she's ignoring me," I said, my voice low.

"Kim, please, your sister needs the bathroom," Mom called. She disappeared back into her room, probably to look for a painkiller. She'd been on a prescription for her migraines for three months now. I wasn't allowed to have the TV above a whisper when she was home or she'd take my head off.

"Kim," I said again. I tried the doorknob and surprisingly it wasn't locked. Kim never closed a door without locking it behind her. She was more paranoid than someone who had just stolen something. Me, on the other hand, I trusted people to knock before coming in so I usually…

The bathroom was empty. The yellow glow of the light spilled into every corner of the small room. The cup we kept our toothbrushes in was tipped over and my toothbrush was on the floor near the toilet. Gross. I picked it up and tossed it into the garbage. Where was Kim?

My heart sped up suddenly as I realized the shower curtain was closed. All the numbers were there but I just wasn't getting the sum. I yanked the blue curtain back and finally got the answer. In the tub was my sister wearing only a black bra and a pair of underwear. The water was red. Her face was blue and her eyes were slightly open and staring down at the foggy water. Her dark hair was matter to her face and the ends floated on the surface of the water. Right under her chin was a pink razor. I stared at the pink blob, a scream gathering in the core of my chest.

"Deanna?" my mother called. I heard her stop at the bathroom door. "Oh my God, KEVIN!" she screamed for my father.

I was shoved out of the way and pushed into the space between the toilet and tub. I stared straight ahead at the light blue wallpaper. Watery blood splashed it as my big sister was pulled out of the bathtub. I couldn't do anything.

No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't either.