She would sleep downstairs

She would sleep downstairs on the floor of a closet
My mother made up a room for her
Nevertheless, she preferred the closet
Until one night

Dark

She opened the door just a little
Shining just enough light into the room for me to notice
And turn my head
She swiftly stepped into the room and closed the door

Locked

The door
And skittered to my bed
She climbed right in next to me
The entire bed turned cold

Freezing

I just looked at her
'Sinner?'
'Yes?'
'I'm going to sleep here ok?'

Ok

'Why do call me sinner?'
'It's your name'
'No it's not'
'Yes it is'

Incorrect

'My name is Sinair, not sinner'
'She asked didn't she?'
'Not exactly'
'So then she contemplated asking?'

Yeah

'When she really asks will you do it?'
'No'
'Why not?'
'Because the color red lasts forever'
Coward

'Mira?'
'Yes?'
'How many have you killed?'
'This is my 7th family'

Seven