Leaky+Sink

Clara listened to the drip of her bathroom sink. //Tap... tap... tap... tap...// She had left the faucet just the slightest bit loose and now the dreadful tap of water on porcelain echoed in her room. She pushed some of her pale brown hair off of her face. //Tap... tap... tap...// "How can Sara sleep through this?" Clara whispered. Sara was her nineteen-year-old sister and also her guardian. //Tap... tap... tap... tap... tap...// The infernal noise continued. Clara stared at the ceiling. "I can't sleep with that stupid dripping!" she said softly, as to not wake up Sara.
 * Tap... tap... tap... tap...**

Clara walked down the hall to the bathroom. She opened the blue, wooden door and light flooded her eyes. //Tap... tap... tap...// "Oh! Hello, Clara!" Sara said.

"I thought you were asleep!"

Sara giggled. "Nope!" //Tap... tap...//

Clara turned toward the sink and saw the faucet wasn't dripping. //Tap... tap... tap...// "What's that dripping noise? I can't sleep!" she said.

Sara flashed a creepily contempt smile. "Look at my arm," she told her little sister.

Clara's eyes widened at the sight of shiny blood dripping steadily from her guardian's arm onto the off-white porcelain of the sink. "We need to stop the bleeding! I should ca––"

"No, we don't!" Sara said giddily.

"W-what?" said the confused, sleep-deprived Clara.

Sara laughed a little. "You have to let bad blood drain out before you get to the good stu––oh! It's ready!" Sara pulled a glass out of the medicine cabinet and put it on the bathroom counter. //Tap... tap... tap...// Sara moved her arm over the glass and started squeezing out blood. The noise changed. //Plink! Plink! Plink! Plink! Plink!// When the glass was a quarter full, she stopped. "Perfect..." Sara muttered while staring at the scarlet substance. Sara sipped her own blood.

Clara's face went white. "What is going on?!?!" she screamed.

Sara shook her head. "You haven't tried blood before? What a shame... young and first time blood is always the best... it goes sour after a while, you know..."

"T-this is just weird, Sara. What's happening?" Clara stuttered.

"Do you know what happened to mom and dad?" Sara asked, completely ignoring her sister's panic.

"They were in a car crash because dad was drunk aga––"

"Wrong!" Sara interjected, "I caused the crash! I was in the car, remember? Mom's blood tasted like coffee and dad's... dad __was__ drunk... his blood tasted like bitter beer... I wonder what //your// blood tastes like..." She trailed off. Clara took a step back as Sara grabbed the scissors from the medicine cabinet's first aid kit. "Just relax Clara... you won't even know..."

"God, you're a freak! I'm calling the police!" Clara yelled.

Sara shook her head and held the scissors to her neck. "Too late for that, Clara!"

**//Tap... tap... tap//...** "It's like chocolate milk..."