Through cartilige and fluid

Chapter 11

Its much easier for me to tell my story years after it occurred. Allow me to say this though, I was crying on the inside and no one knew it but.. Me.2

It was a rainy July morning the day I realized my life was ending on a high speed velocity. I remember it unlike any other. My mother had gotten up early, and her girlfriend had gotten up later, after my mother. That never hardly happened. My mother was like me, loved to sleep, my mothers girlfriend always wakes up bright and early. I however was laying in my soft bed, sleeping like a dead person, the most soundest sleep I would ever have again.3

My mother walked downstairs, to my sisters room, and opened the door. My sister loved to sleep also because she never got many hours, she always had major migraines, especially when she would try and go to sleep. My mother didn’t think anything of it, since my sister always slept till late in the summer days. My mother made sure that my sisters room was clean, and that there were no drink bottles, or glasses anywhere, and then she left the room. She walked back upstairs.4

My mother started shaking me around 10 o’clock a.m. I got up, and used the bathroom as if it was any normal day. I walked downstairs and into my sisters room. Something didn’t feel right. I felt cold chills go up my back as I entered her room. I went over to her bed. She looked peaceful, different than when she was awake. I shook her. She hardly moved. I shook her again, harder this time, still she hardly moved.5

“ALICE” I screamed at her, still violently shaking her. She didn’t move. I kept shaking her and screaming at her to wake up. I sunk down onto my knees, tears coming out of my eyes, I knew why my sister was responding, and why she was barely moving. My sister had.. Gone just gone.. Died.. Dead.. No more. Tears ran down my cheeks. I clung to my sisters lifeless hand. It was freezing cold, and paler than normal. I stayed like that for close to a hour. I couldn’t cry anymore even if there was something wet left in me. I heard the door open and my mothers footsteps echo down the stairs. My sisters door creaked open, much like iron gates. My mother shrieked when she saw my sister laying there motionless, pale, and dead. My mother clasped her hands over her mouth and cried silently. The type of crying when only your shoulders move up and down-up and down- up and down- up and down- over and over again. She moved forward, very slowly as if one step and a trap door would open and she would fall forever and onward. She sat down silently next to me and hugged me close to her. I still clanged to my sisters lifeless hand. She would no longer live her, I wouldn’t be her sister any longer, this made me cry more.6

My mothers girlfriend noticed us missing and came downstairs to my sisters room. She walked into the already open door and stared blankly at the images in front of her. She went pale, her face drained of all color. She went over to my mother and helped her up, then helped me up I still held tightly to my sisters hand. It felt so dreamlike, I just wanted to wake up from this never-ending nightmare. She unclasped my hand from my sisters and pushed my mother and I up the steps. I felt like I was floating, in a downwards spiral, of never-ending horrors, that no mortal ever wished to dream of. She led us to some seats and we sat.7

She sat beside my mother and held her. My mother stared blankly at the TV. I looked at my mother, and Donna. Donna’s eyes were blood shot, she tried to hold back tears. My mother had a odd look around her as if she was dreaming and would never wake from a silent dream. I looked into the mirror on our wall. I looked no different, the only thing different was my tear stained cheeks and my red puffy eyes. I felt so dead inside. I staggered back to my room and fell onto the warm, welcoming bed. I wanted to never wake up. 8

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I awoke to a headache. Memories flashed before my eyes. I remember what had happened and tears filled my eyes once more. I pulled the covers away from me and walked downstairs. My mother was in the kitchen, the color had came back to her face, and Donna was reading the newspaper. I sat down on the sofa. 10