My Sisters Heart Was Stolen

I was born cold, a girl with a heart of ice. That changed the day my little sister was born. She was the only warmth in my miserable life.

But then came that day. My sweet, obedient little girl was covered by a white sheet. Her chest and stomach had been hollowed out, leaving nothing but a void.

I lost the only family member I ever truly cared about. My parents, two pathetic gambling addicts, were busy counting their cash. They claimed she died from a fall in the woods while playing.

I didn't