My sister and I used to fight a lot.. We slept in the same room, but it just seemed like we lived in separate and so different worlds…
We never talked about anything at all... When she was in a bad mood, I could barely stand her… I mean, I loved her, I really did, but my proud stopped me from saying it…
One day, when I was watching TV, praying not to see her bad humoured face, she got home from work, of course she was dead tired… She got into our room and seconds later she called “Hidaly, come and clean this place up…” I didn’t even stand up, all I said was “Youuu do it”…
I turned around…
About an hour later, she asked me to turn the TV volume down, for she was trying to sleep. “NOO! CANT YOU SEE IM WATCHING?” I screamed… She got out. And that’s where it all started…
“You always want me to do as you say, Carol!! I’m not your fucking slave!!”
I shouted over and over again… “Well, I’m the one whose working late at night. You don’t do anything all day long!! T the less I expect its that when I get home, I can sleep in my own bed!! Its that too much to ask?” […]
We continued fighting… We argued so loudly that my parents came out. “I hate you!! You’re the worst sister ever! I wish you were dead!!” I said, and I slapped her right in the left cheek…
No more words came out of her, she went out, and literally flew in her red Pickup Truck… There was even fog coming out of the tires, this time, she did step on the gas…
I couldn’t care less… I went straight to bed.
Next day, when I went out to the dining room to have breakfast, I saw my parents sitting on the couch, they were crying and whispering so many things about Carolina, My mom said, “You sister didn’t come back home last night…You shouldn’t have said those horrible things to her…Only God knows where could she be right now…” .
“When you go out from school, get back here immediately, Carol, your mother and I need to talk to you. Am I clear ? ” Dad ordered with the tears running through his cheeks.. I didn’t exactly wanted to talk with them about what I had done, so I went out …
I was walking on the street when I almost fainted… My head was spinning round and round and suddenly I felt really dizzy. There she was, my sister… Inside that shattered Pickup… One of the cops who was there asked me if I was a parent of the girl, “She’s my sister…What happened?”
“She was driving too fast, she probably didn’t look where she was going, and she crashed on that three” […]
I suddenly felt so empty, like if I were burning from the inside out, when I saw my sister laying unconscious on the street. Her face was completely disfigured , I could barely recognize her… On her hand I could see the ring I gave her when we were little, I had lost mine some days before, I never thought she still had it…
When my parents got there, mom started crying … Dad just held her and petrified. He was screaming on the inside, you could see it in his eyes..
I couldn’t cry… I just thought about how bad I treated my sister… I ran away, suddenly I fell…
When I woke up, it was four a.m. I turned around and saw my sister sleeping on the other bed… I stoop up and hugged her…
We fought that night, and it took my a long deadly dream to realize how much I needed her by mi side…
Were inseparable since.
