Two years.
Just two years ago, she was in the same position, at the same place. Just like before. People were looking. She knew. Just like before. Everything was the same. No, no it wasn't. Kaira began to sit up weakly. Her whole form was shaking madly, hair slightly damp and tangled with the sand. The concept was still new to her. Being alone. No longer Skye. Okay. That'd been going on for some time. And Amaya. Amaya.
She didn't really blame her sister. She didn't blame that guy Cai either. She couldn't think of anything at the moment. And this time, there was no one to hold her. She probably wouldn't end up in her bed later as well.
Hoping. Dreaming. That was something that she needed to fix. Something she should have fixed earlier. Something that was now tearing her apart in the worst way. She could almost her them whisper in her ears. About things to do and things to not do. Things they would have wanted to tell her. She didn't want to hear. She wanted to go with them. They'd both suffered for so long. Too long. She'd never have a night without nightmares ever again in her life. The sword. The spear. Bloody corpses of her siblings. Words of parting. They kept replaying in her brain.
A noose. Some pills. A knife. They'd bring her to them quicker. Much quicker. She could slip out of this life, and join them in their live after. She hoped it was a peaceful place. But they'd surely want her to stay. Probably. The thoughts raced through as Kaira slumped back into the sand and stayed there, numb and silent.