The Silent Vow

My younger sister, Ivy White, died the day before the new semester started.

She jumped from the 16th floor of Redwood Heights, where our family lived.

She didn't bleed much, her head twisted to one side. Her body was curled in a pool of blood.

It was eerie that her face wore a smile.

When people saw the expression on Ivy's face, they all gasped.

She was so young, yet her smile looked unnaturally sinister and cruel.

It gave everyone goosebumps.