My Kid Sister Lexie

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Meredith Grey

Lexie is dead. Mark is dead. Lexie is dead.

How? It doesn't feel like it. This is all a big nightmare that I can't wake from. I start to pinch my arm.

Derek is asleep in bed beside me. His hand is wrapped up and Zola is in her room. Mark died yesterday. He was my fellow dirty mistress. We used to joke about it a lot.

Lexie is dead. My little sister. I feel numb. Like I'm....dead. I can't feel anything. I feel fine.

I turn over and fall asleep.

"Lexie! Help me pull this off of her!" Lexie was trapped under the back of a plane.

"I have to find Derek!"

"Meredith. Calm down. I can't find my shoe!"

"Cristina! Cristina! I think Derek is dead."

"Derek!"

"Derek!"

"I-I heard your voice. I tried to yell back but I- I couldn't." Derek fainted.

"Rahhhhhhhhh"

"M-Mark," Lexie said.

"Hold on Lexie. Rahhhhh!"

"Mark. T-tell m-Meredith I lo love her. And she was a g-good sist-sister."

"You tell her that."

End of the nightmare.

Lexie was gone. I couldn't sleep anymore. Not without seeing my dead sister. If I had helped, she could have lived. I was so mean to her. As I looked over, Derek was still asleep and the golden sun was creeping up.

I got out of our bed and headed into the bathroom. I looked into the mirror to find myself. Except, I didn't look like myself. My hair was in a knotty bun and I have black bags under my eyes. Tear stains were aligning my cheekbones and my eyes were swollen. I heard the baby monitor started to wail so I went into Zola's room.

"Hey, girlie. It's ok. Momma is here."
Over the last couple of weeks, she has started crying a lot more. Alex said it was from when she was upset while we were gone. And I'm glad we are back. Except, she doesn't have her aunt. Or uncle. Lexie adored Zola. And now she can't.

I guess I woke up Derek because I heard footsteps coming down the corridor.

"Hey." He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.

"Hi."

"Dada!"

"Come here, Zozo."

I went downstairs to make some breakfast for all of us. I tried my best not to look at the picture hanging on the staircase. It was a picture of Lexie and Zola. Mark was in the back, photobombing. Derek lost his brother and I lost my sister. And it sucked.

I finished scrambling the eggs. That's another thing. Cooking. I used to suck at cooking. Until  Lexie taught me how. She didn't like eggs. Or maybe she did, but she was allergic to them.

I put some bacon on and let it cook while I made some coffee for Derek and me.

He came down the stairs with Zola and sat her in her high chair.

"Here, baby." I placed a plate of scrambled eggs and some broken-up bacon in front of her while I handed Derek a plate.

God how I miss Lexie.

Here I am with another story. I don't know how I will do this. I can fit this into my schedule for you guys. Love ya. Also, yes, this was published before but I took it down. This one won't be long.