• Thwack! They kicked her maliciously; harder this time as high pitched shrills of sadistic pleasure leaked into the atmosphere. I stared on bleakly, clutching my stomach, desperate to strain my neck into the opposite direction; yet something compelled me to watch. Was it my own sadistic interest? I don't know. Thwack! This time the girl screamed out something muffled. I felt something moist slide down my face; was I crying? That was odd; I mean she deserved this didn't she? Her eyes caught my own transfixed gaze as I watched on solemnly, she pleaded with me, her soft; blue eyes begging for mercy.
    “You going to apologise yet?” My sister leered, her eyes sparkled with a twisted, sickening aura of excitement for this new game she had created, her two mates stood either side of her, triumphantly, their expressions mirroring their mentor's.
    “I-I-I-'m s-s-sorry, please l-leave, just l-leave me al-l-one!” She spluttered, coughing up red water, digging her nails into the ground, scraping her limp body across the floor, a pathetic attempt of an escape. I shifted uncomfortably as she let out an echoing cry; her face was filthy, the big-girls had thrown her into the mud, she had streaks of dirt slithering down her tear-stained face. Her usual soft bouncy brunette hair was now tattered and had parts ripped out; her clothes had been smeared with the dirt from the floor; as well as blotches of red seeping through the white smart shirt, her school clothes had been ruined, I pondered for a moment, what's her mum going to say? Uneasiness clung to my body as I fiddled around with my shirt buttons; unable to keep still, needing that distraction to prevent me from gazing up again.
    My voice croaked out a simple word,
    “Sis...” I whispered, I was beginning to feel dizzy, this wasn't right, my legs tipped backwards, as if trying to take me away. Yet I felt as if I couldn't move. I was a simple 13 year-old, not one of these 'sophisticated' 17 year olds...I wasn't particularly strong; and was only 5 ft... This wasn't my war, but I couldn't just leave it could I? My head started to ache; due to all these confusing thoughts zooming through my mind.
    The girls were oblivious to my feeble cries out. The vultures had circled around their prey; hissing and shrieking, with delight. They were now throwing things at her; the bloody animals, I whimpered; a silent whisper that lay hidden under my tongue.
    The girl had curled into a ball, her body trembling; out of fear and cold... my sister had thrown her coat into a tree. My sister was not human, she couldn't be......no; no human could possibly take pleasure out of this foul act, yet here she was, doing it. I felt an odd emotion as I gazed at my sisters’ once beautiful face. It had turned an eerie pale; blotchy ugly face; her eyes were now venomous; glistening with nauseating content. Before my very eyes, my sister had transformed into a monster. The sort you were scared would crawl out of from under your bed at night time. My throat retched up as I turned away in anguish; I covered my mouth, letting out a silent sob. The girl was just lying there, crying to herself...refusing to look up. My sister just stood over her, smirking triumphantly to herself. I felt a bubble inside my throat; dying to burst out with all these emotions; I stood there like my sisters’ puppet or doll, any moment now it'll burst. I clenched my fists in frustration, my arms shaking.
    “Beg for forgiveness, go on, and beg like the stupid pathetic b***h you are!” My sisters' friend Beth cackled, her voice echoing in my mind. I couldn't shut it out.
    “Beth record this this'll be fun!!” My sister joined in, flapping her crow arms about; cawing loudly.
    My sister grabbed her victim by the hair as Beth zoomed the camera into her face. They both screeched with laughter as the girl shouted for her mum.
    “Hello this is the Kathy show, our next guest is called Anne, she's been VERY naughty haven't you Anne?!” a hard slap was delivered across Anne's face as she let out another cry of pain. Her other friend played the audience ooing and awwing loudly whilst snorting a loud giggle.
    “We heard Anne, that you, yes YOU have been calling my little sister a Goth?”
    A knee to the stomach was all it took;
    “You've been picking on her for a week now is that correct?!”
    Anne just gave up; her body went limp, my sister carried on with a cliché American accent; and ragged her up by the hair; the young girl just stared at the floor; blood, sweat and tears silently dripping from her face, splashing at it hit the floor.
    “Well? WHAT DO YOU PLEAD b***h?!” the monster roared mightily...
    I felt a trickle of sweat drip down my forehead. What do I do? What do I do?
    “I'm sorry.” A quiet mutter of regret murmured under my breath.
    “STOP IT!” I screamed.
    Silence.
    My sister just stared at me; her monstrous eyes wide, she was shocked... I could tell because her claws loosened their grip of her prey, letting it just plonk to the floor, looks like the game was coming; perhaps, to an end? I didn't even want to see the young girls’ reaction. I just turned away and fled, to wherever my feet would take me... I just wanted out, so I ran. My heart ached and my legs gave way as I just collapsed to the floor; salty rain falling down my face; tilting my head up; I let out a loud howl of pain, clutching my sides tightly. It wasn't my fault. It wasn't. It was out of my control.