Katie FitzSimmons

Cerebos: The New World

Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I was among the first people to see her body. Barely warm, the color drained from her cheeks and lips made her the ghost of who my sister was. Her black hair stuck to her forehead; her brown eyes glossed over as I foolishly waited for her to cry to me. But she wouldn’t. She couldn’t.