Victoria reached over closing her sisters eyes as her own steamed with tears, ignoring those around her lost in grief, loss and sheer trauma. Her sister had always looked after her and now she was alone in hell, alone with strangers, alone at home. Her father was often away and the two sisters had grown very close relying on the other heavily as no one else to. 

Not noticing the others, her own darkness so deep that she never noticed the truth or the others. 

... 

Marilania was distraught, Victoria had always been the one she felt responsible for, despite being half sisters and o ly living together for the school period the two had become very close. She had seen her go from athletic, to barely a ale to walk, to recovering. After that they could not help but be full sisters regardless of there diffrent mothers. 

Looking down seeing the ghostly eye lids shut, contrasting harshly as bright red blood has stained down her leg contrasting as violantly as her death. 

... 

Not noticing the other, both feeling the same powerful emotions, both lost in the darkest moments. Neither did notice merely a few metres away the other was alive. 

Hell was cruel in its games.