I pull my boots on and lace them tight. I cut my hair when he died. It now only grazes my shoulders. I slip my black tank on and run out the door. I run up the hill in the woods that he rests on. I put the rose I freshly picked on the tombstone.

"I will find them, Cole, and I will kill them." I run back down the hill and to the training center. The wood dummies look as inviting as ever. I pull out my trusty knives and get to work. I slash at the arms, the legs, the head. Anything within reach. I freeze the rest, crunching them into splinters. I stop. I have barely broken a sweat. I grab a fallen head, scream and throw it with all my might, sending it flying. I feel tears slip down my cheeks, but I wipe them away. Cole died because I was weak. No one else will.

I hear someone clear their throat. I turn and see my sister, Sky, laughing. I glare at her.

"What's so funny?" I growl. She giggles and walks towards me, her long black hair bouncing.

"Bob didn't do anything," she says teasingly. I sigh. I love her, but she knows how broken I am and she can't do anything to stop it.

"Sky, he is gone. If I show mercy, someone else will die as well." Sky grimaces.

"Cole fell in love with you, not because of your strength, but also your kindness. Don't forget that," Sky says.

"Cold died because of my weakness!" I scream. I collapse on my knees and silently sob. I feel the stitches that I had so delicately stitched get torn open like a fresh cut into my heart.

"He is dead because if his selflessness and his love for you. Now come on, we have work to do." Sky pulls me up by the hand and drags me towards her destination.