"Annie, where are you? You said you will be home at ten, and it's 9:30 am. Yes AM! If you don't answer any of my messages this minute I'll go to the god damn police for search and rescue. You hear me? Ugh!" I hang up my phone for the umpth time. Stand up on the couch and start to pace around the living room.
God, where is she? Why she didn't message or call me about her whereabouts, I'm going crazy worrying here. She didn't go home last night, and I was fast asleep to notice. After I finished something on that book love I tuck myself to bed wondering Annie can get herself in with her spare key. But when I woke up this morning I found out she didn't get home last night. Don't ask how I know I just know okay?
Anyway I know my sister too well, she's always with her cell. When I phone her she always answers. Whether she's on the middle of her shift at her work she always answers. This never happen, that is why I'm getting really nervous. What if she's at the hospital right now? Cause she's been hit by a car, or some hooligans stab her with a knife? I let go a shaky breath.
This is crazy. I'm going crazy!
I'm going to the police. That's it I'm going.
I grab my phone and make my way upstairs to fetch my wallet. I started running through the front door not caring about the clothes that I'm wearing. I'm actually on my Winnie the pooh pj's and a matching torn up t-shirt. Yep, I'm going to report a missing sister to the police station in this attire. I look fine, right?
As I locked the front door, a red beat up truck parks in front of our lawn. I was going to ignore it but something caught my attention, or should I say someone. Guess who? No other than Annie.
She step out of the passenger seat of the car and make her way to our house but as soon as her foot touch the ground she lost her balance and fall. Face first.
I don't know if I was going to give her a hand or going to laugh. Cause that was hilarious. I choose option one, obviously.
"Where have you been?" I take her one hand to help her. As soon as I saw her face I notice that she's drunk.
"Heeeeeey, little sisteeeeer! How's it going? Hmmmm?" she giggles.
She started walking/swaying across the lawn and to the front door. I am holding her one elbow to support her cause she might fall again.
"Why didn't you answer any of my calls? I've been worried about you. And here I am thinking something happened to you. I am on my way to the police you know." I started scolding her.
Anni fake gasp in my side. "My little sister is scolding me. Am I grounded little Ria?" she said then giggled.
"Haha very funny Annie. And enough with the little." I glared at her and unlock the door. "Go." Holding the door for her to step inside. But as I let go of her hand she fall on the floor, for the second time and passed out.
"Oh shit!" I shook her shoulders, trying to wake her. But she's not budging.
"My god Annie!" I say exasperated.
Now I'm going to think ways of how can I put her drunken ass to bed.
Why in hell is she drunk like this? Yes, she always partying and drinking but she never go to what she called "nearly-passed-out-drunk". I wonder if something is going on with her.
I yank her left hand and drag her to the stairs. She's still unconscious.
"Is she dead?" I mumbled to myself.
I kneeled down and check her pulse. She's still breathing. It means she's still alive right? But with her pale face and lips, she looks like dead to me.
