Fishing

The truck was white. Her face was stained with blood. Nothing would stop him from hitting her. If no one came she would die. She yelled on top of her lungs, but no one heard, she cried but he didn't care. If she disappeared no one would even notice. Night would turn to day, and daybreak would awaken her little sister who slept close to the window. She slept with one eye open and one hand underneath her pillow, where a small pocket knife was cradled.

"Why do you sleep so close to the window?", the blond girl asked puzzled

"Because while your sleeping, I grind my teeth, waiting, wondering if Satans soldier will finally come and mutilate my body".

The blond girl laughed awkwardly, shifting her eyes then flipping her hair, "where's you're bathroom?"

The brunette smiled brightly at her; "we don't fucking have one".