No Love Left for Her

that didn't sound real. It was nothing

wide library table, my sister Sarah didn' t even flinc

sweat broke out across my back. I knew this sound. I knew this exact momen

ling me to stop being dramatic. When the second shot came, closer this time, I dragged her under the table. We huddled there, trem

r had foun

er, but my focus was on Sarah. The bullet had

and clumsy, and called my mother, Dr. Oli

m busy," her voice w

school library, there' s a shooter!" I yelle

on with these sick jokes. I' m on my way to the beach wi

ase! She' s bleeding, she ne

nt dead. She ha

too late. They said if a surgeon had been there, if the

hrough me. My father, David, his face a mask of grief. My grandparents, their eyes

a performer' s sorrow. "He was always trying to ruin things for

ed her. They ostracized me, the son w

found me in the kitchen. Her eyes were hol

her voice devoid of all emotion. "It' s a

k. She plunged the needle int

en I w

. Across from me, Sarah was still alive, her brow furrowed in con

e pop. The f

rents adored. I saw the girl who got everything while I got the scraps. I

prick of the needle, flooded my senses. The c

hot, close

ed up, her eyes wi

What was

't grab her hand. I didn

ing loudly against the flo

I

didn't look back. I just ran, away from the school, away from Sarah, away from the life that h