Nathan watched though dark gray eyes in shock and horror as his little sister, his sweet loveable little sister, clinch at the blood covered hole in her chest. The blood was flowing from between her finger tips and from between the trembling lips almost like a tragic picture. Hearing his name being called weakly from his wounded sister, jerking his body back to reality. Moving his lithe muscular frame through the store with ease at high speed he was at his little sister’s side in moments. Catching he small body he lowered it slowly to the ground, screaming from someone to call an ambulance.
Kneeling next to her bleeding form he started to shake pathetically as he removed the hair from her eyes. Licking his lips he called out to the girl, praying for an answer hell anything would be just fine. Growing desperate he pressed to fingers against the bloody neck only to find...nothing at all. Choking back a sob he tipped the soft chin up and opened his sister’s mouth. Pinching the petite nose he leaned down and pressed his lips against the red stained ones, breathing into the lungs. Leaning back he pressed his large shaking hands to the small chest and started to press, tears running down his faces as he sobbed.
"God come on...breath..." He whispered but nothing happened. He repeated the process only to produce the same results. Time seem to freeze as he stared at his blood cover sister, her small broke body sprawled on the floor and her once sparkling life filled eyes dull and dead. Letting out an agonizing scream he hunched over his sister's dead body, gripping his silky short red hair with crimson stained hands as he shook in agony. Oh god...why wasn’t he there for her?...and what was he going to tell his twin?