Jude tilted her head to the side and stepped up onto the hearth, away from the boots. She brandished the poker at them with a great flourish, trying to look brave but failing miserably. She was as pale as a ghost and shaking from head to toe. A few strands of chocolatey hair stuck to her cheek, wet from the crying she'd been doing earlier. "D-d-don't come any c-closer or I'l st-st-stab y-y-you-ou." She burst into tears of fright, backing further away and running into the stove. She let out a yelp and dropped the poker, rocketing forward in shock.<br/><br/>She sniffled and edged her way around, not losing sight of the boots, inching over to where the poker had landed. She bent down and picked it up with her small, pale hand. She rubbed at her face with her cast, brushing the hair off her face with the finger that peek out. "W-what are you? P-please d-d-d-d-don't hurt me!" She whimpered and the poker hung limp by her side. She was beyond herself at this point. She just wanted to go snuggle up in bed beside her sister, but of course, half of their, now her's, bed would remain empty forever more.<br/><br/>They hadn't even been a full year apart, had always shared everything and done everything together. They'd even been in the same year at school due to a late fall birthday and a late summer birthday. Not twins, but close enough. And now, Jude was lost. Alone.