Where Are You?

I ran down the stairs, trying to catch my breath. My heart was pumping itself out of place. I leaped to the last step and threw myself into the kitchen. I found my sister clutching her ears and bashing her head against the wall.

‘Chris, honey stop it, I’m here now, Sshh be quiet,’ I cried to her trying to make her let go of her ears in order for her to hear me.

‘NO, GET AWAY!’ she threw me across the room and I smashed myself into the wall. She started to go bright red, shaking so hard I could see her from three metres away. Her eyes were pouring tears out. I sprinted over to her and hugged her so firmly, it hurt me. She then stopped; she relaxed; hugged me back and whispered…

‘I’m sorry Ashley, I’m really sorry, its -’

I cut her sentence off.

‘Just shush Chrissie, just be quiet,’ I demanded. She whimpered in my arms and was still shaking. She whispered I’m sorry again.

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I lay her in bed, sitting beside her, stroking her silky blonde hair.

‘Sweetie its three in the morning, you have school tomorrow, I want you to go to sleep, and no matter what don’t wake up. Okay ?’ I assured her.

‘I’ll try…’ she replied back. I smiled at her and switched her light off. I crept out of the room, trying my best not to distract her.

Slowly, I made my way to my room and let myself collapse to the floor and cry. This was the second time it had happened. I had been through a lot of things but nothing had effected me this much. I didn’t know what it was, but it hurt me so much and I don’t think I could take it anymore.

Gradually, I got back up and gazed around at the state of my room. It was 03:18a.m

There was roughly five hours to get ready. Too much time. I lay in bed wondering if perhaps I should ask for help. They’d probably...

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...floor. My eyes watched the little girl lay deadlocked on the floor.

‘Chrissie?’ I didn’t have the strength to say mum but I did. ‘Mum?’ I glared towards the motionless body that lay on the floor. Outside was a helpless little girl that meant no harm to anyone; inside was a horrifying monster tearing her apart. Her eyes opened once more, a colour I couldn’t describe, something I hadn’t seen before.

‘I love you…’

I ran over to the paralyzed body. I stroked the little girls hair. She lay in my arms and I didn’t bother to check if she was alive or not. Because I knew I had lost her. Chrissie and Mum. Forever.

Moderately, I stretched up and strolled to Chrissie’s room. I curled up into a ball on her bedroom floor. My arms were wrapped around my legs and I was shivering.

Who was I to cry for? Could this have happened? But I knew one thing…

They had gone…

The End…