The Soul Eaters

First, Thanks for all the Stump the Writer responses!  You guys were really trying stump me, weren't you!  Here are the words/phrases/sentences I am supposed to use:

Sarah looked out her window into the cold, dead night.

Confetti

And then there was one.

They wore their overdoses with pride, like purple hearts earned in the endless war against their sanity. (Congrats, you stumped me!)

It was quite a sight to see.  Hundreds of them, walking through the mist.  Looking.

This is going to be tough, but here goes!

Sarah looked out her window into the cold, dead night.  Snow fell like so much white confetti, painting the usually stark mountainside with its glitter.  Sarah was alone in the big, old house.  They were coming for her.  She knew it.  She should be afraid, but she wasn't.  She was resigned to her fate.  It was almost over.  When they got here it would be finished and that would be a relief.

Her parents were dead.  They had already gotten to them.  Sure, their bodies were alive.  But their souls were gone.  Her sister, dead.  All dead.  One at a time the people she loved most had been taken. Until only Sarah and Zoe remained.  And then they took her best friend, her Zoe.  And then there was one...Sarah, just Sarah.  Sarah, all alone.  Against the soul eaters. 

So Sarah sat, staring out her window.  Waiting.  She zipped her leather jacket and slung a quiver filled with metal tipped arrows over her shoulder.  Three more quivers overflowed at her feet and a box of arrows sat on the table next to the window.  She was going to die, alright.  But she was going down with a fight.

The grandfather clock downstairs chimed the hour--midnight.  How fitting, Sarah thought to herself.  She heaved the window open and a blast of cold air froze her face.  That's when she saw the first one.  There.  Cresting the hill.  It was quite a sight to see.  Hundreds of them walking through the mist.  Looking.  Looking for her.  She couldn't see their faces yet, but she didn't need to see their faces to kill them.

She nocked her arrow and fired.  She saw a black shape tumble into the white snow.  She fired again, and again, and again.  Each time she took one down, but still they came.  She emptied the quiver at her back.  Still they came.  They came in droves.  Shadows tumbled to the ground.  Human bodies dying, even as the soul eaters stepped over them. 

She emptied the quivers at her feet.  She nocked her bow again and again.  Her fingers bled from the repeated drawing of the string.  Still she fired.  Still they came, the soul eaters.  Until only twenty or so remained.  Twenty or so soul eaters so close, just beneath the window. 

She fired.  A soul eater went down.  It was her sister.  She tried not to look.  Focus Sarah!  Focus!  It's not really her.  She was already gone.  Sarah focused.  She hardened her resolve.  She aimed and her aim was true.  She sent an arrow through her mother's heart, but it wasn't really her mother.  "You can't have them!  You can't have their bodies!" She yelled out the window.  She sent another arrow, this time into her father's eye.  He went down.  "You're not my father.  You can't have him!" She screamed. 

Again and again she fired.  She reached for the box.  No more arrows.  She was out.  She heard the door slam.  Footsteps on the stair.  She turned to face her death. 

The door flew open.  "Zoe?" she whispered.  The soul eater in her friend's body twisted Zoe's mouth into a smile.  "We're going to be friends forever," she said.