TragedyWings

It all started because of a cough. Over the days it began to get worse until it finally took the life of my father. Soon it had laid its icy hands around my older sister and took her from me, too. I stood by as I watched the monster in long black robes kiss my sister's dead lips. Clutching the tiny stuffed lizard I watched as they turned towards me. From beneath the cloak were two crimson glows. The glow slightly illuminated its face showing thin, very pale, skin. The eyes and cheeks sunken in so far that the monster looked like a skeleton. If it weren't for the soft, harsh, shadows I would have figured that's what it was. The lips were part