What Happens Now?

Siblings

sibling n. noun 1. One of two or more individuals having one or both parents in common; a brother or sister.

That's the only thing I think about a sibling. A brother or sister. Nothing more. Not a person I can count on. Not a person that I can play games with, or study with. Just simply, a brother or sister.

sisteradj. adjective 1. Related by or as if by sisterhood; closely related.That's what I should have. My uncle killed her. Amelia. That was her name. Amelia and Cassie. Cassie and Amelia. He left her in the car to overheat. Who does that to a one-year-old? What kind of man does that and is related to me? Ever since my parents told me, I have been in my room 24/7 not talking to anyone. Not even sweet, little Owen, and he brings me my meals everyday. Bless that child. I have been doing my research too. Turns out the incident is all over the internet. Not very often do you come across an uncle trying to kill a one-year-old by making her overheat in a car in Pennsylvania, 2003. Baby Amelia Walsh died by overheating in a red Subaru owned by her 32-year-old uncle, Jonathan Walsh. Jonathan claims he did not know a baby could overheat that fast, for he was just going into the drug store to pick up his medication for his mental illness. During those 10 minutes, Amelia died at 81 degrees Fahrenheit on October 5, 2003. Jonathan was then questioned and admitted into Radley Sanitarium where he was later killed by suffocating himself on his bedpost. RIP Baby Amelia Walsh.

WHY WHY WHY?

There's that question again. Why did this have to happen to me? Why did he have to do it? I still haven't talked to anyone, not even my best friend of all time, Natalie. I mean, she's a strong person, but I don't think I could handle talking to her about it. She's been there for me when other people haven't and I love her for it. Maybe I should talk to her. I don't know... I keep going back and forth on weather to talk to her or not. I decide I am going to call her. I reach for my cell phone on my scratched up, wooden dresser that looks like it could fall apart at any moment. I punch in Natalie's number and half hope it goes to voice mail and half hope she answers so I can just vent and talk to her about everything. She's really good at listening.

*RINNNGGGG* *RINNNGGGG* *RINNNGG-*

"Cassie! Oh my god! Are you okay? Are you there? Hello?"

"Hey sorry," I started to shed a few tears, "Sorry I haven't been answering your texts. I've had a lot going on." I truly do feel bad that I haven't been answering her texts.

"It's ok, I know. Your mom called my mom and told her. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Actually, yeah I do."

"Oh Cas, I'm extremely sorry."

"Yeah, I am too."