Topic: To my sister
Sweet Emily. I remember the first time I met you. I was five, you were three, and I felt like the biggest kid in the world next to you.
I wanted to hold you, but you were already such a chubby little baby that your parents were worried my stick arms wouldn't hold you up, so they made me sit on the couch and put you on my lap. You were so much heavier than my dolls, but I knew I already loved you more. I knew we would be just like sisters.
We spent all weekends together after that, and every summer. I remember waking up Sunday mornings to the smell of pancakes, and rushing downstairs to see you already sitting down and babbling to our nana about the wild dream you had. I always suspected you made them up on the spot even when you denied it. You were never too good a liar, but I let you get away with it.
Time went on, and you grew into a beautiful young woman in a blink. There were moments when you didn't call, where you didn't show up during weekends, but I didn't mind, because your sister is always there when you need her.
You first called me about it on a Thursday. I remember it was right after my evening class. You said you kept hearing sounds walking home, you just wanted someone to talk to. I told you all about the pets I saw at the foster event next to work. Dr. Whiskers stole my heart, and you kept telling me to go back and get him. I almost did right then and there.
Then, a week after that you called again. There was panic in your voice as you said something tapped against your window, said you found a weird note and think someone's been following you. I reminded you that you're five floors up, and it's a windy enough night that it could've easily been a tree. You laughed and said you're cutting out true crime cold turkey. Its made you paranoid. I said a daily dose of fear never hurt anyone.
I wish, more than anything that I had been more paranoid than you.
Two more weeks went by, and this time I was the one who called you. We first spoke about that show we both liked, about classes, and family stressors. I invited you over next week to watch the season finale together. There was excitement in your voice as you agreed, then, before we said goodbye I asked how you've really been doing, if there's been anything else going on- you said you've just been tired, too busy with classes and work. I asked if you were sure, and you said yes.
You were never too good a good liar, and now you're dead.
There's nothing else to this story, no satisfying conclusion. You said you were tired, and now you're dead. I asked if you were sure, and now you're dead. You were alive for most of my life, and now you're dead. You're dead, and you're never coming back. As much as I try, I can't figure out how someone could hurt someone like you, how someone could take a living life and rip it to shreds for entertainment.
I still haven't seen the season finale, and I don't think I ever will.
Sweet Emily, my sister, my best friend, I miss you. My only solace is knowing you're no longer in pain, even if I suffer from this loss every day. I'll see you again some day.
Love,
Your sister.
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