Prologue
She always looked after me; she took me shopping, took me to the cinema, chatted with me all the time. My classmates always said how they hated their siblings; how they stole their things, pulled their hair, messed up their clothes and make-up. My sister was never like that. I always thought it was because she was such an amazing person with the brightest future ahead of her. I know now that those assumptions were as wrong as you can be.
The last I remember of my elder sister is when she stormed out of the house that night. I can remember her and Mum screaming something; Where is he? Why are you so selfish? When will you learn that you have five daughters you're meant to care for too? Why did you have to get pregnant at 15? You were so young and naive and I wish you had an abortion. I didn't know what that long word meant at the time, but I now understand what she meant.
To my younger sisters and I she was the happy, joyful big sister all our friends envied us about, but to mum, my elder sister's classmates and, above all, my sister herself, she was not. She was 6 years older than me and I can't remember much of the first 4 years of my life. According to the diaries I found a few weeks ago, her life was far from perfect...
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Midnight
Science FictionJen was once a normal 11 year girl old with 4 amazing sisters and a life many envied, but now with two sisters missing, one beginning to loose her mind, the other just too young to understand and her mother blaming herself for it all, everything's r...
