☁︎𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑬☁︎

Chapter 🔟

❦︎𝒟𝒶𝓂ℴ𝓃𝓉𝒶ℯ❦︎

How bad can I possibly be?

I twist and turn in the bed as I hear Serenity's sobs from her room. After about an hour of leaving her outside in the rain, after splashing my face with warm water from a tap, after turning my room upside down and crying into a pillow for twenty minutes non-stop, I came back to my senses and went to go get my sister.

She was lying down on the kerb, asleep under the rain that turned into a light drizzle. She didn't wake up, so I scooped her up in my arms and walked back home. I was as careful as possible, because I knew the slightest disturbance could have an effect on her current condition. Everything was going fine until we got into the house and started climbing up the stairs.

Serenity started squirming in my arms at first, but it was just a few movements so I didn't take it seriously. But it got worst as we approached the door of her room. She was twisting and turning, like she was trying to free herself from something. Worry clouded my thoughts as I opened her room door and proceeded to drop her on her bed, but before I could do so, she squirmed so bad she broke free from my grasp and tumbled unto the bed.

A jagged scream flew out of her mouth as she twisted herself and kicked her legs, her hands balled into fists as if she was fighting something away.

"Le-leave... me al-alo-alo...ARRRRRRRRRGH!"

I wanted to do something, but there was nothing I could do, okay, there might have been something I could have done, but I just didn't know what to do. So I watched my sister battle whatever she was battling. I watched her until I couldn't watch her again because my eyes were clouded with tears.

This is all my fault.

But I still stayed in her room, by her bed, thinking that the whole episode would end soon. It didn't end, but she did calm down. It was when her aggressive wailing turned to slow, soft, sobs, I left.

Right now, I'm in my room, twisting and turning on my bed, looking for at least a bit of peace. But from the look of things, it's like peace would be extremely far from me.

I'm about to go to the bathroom to splash a bit of warm water on my face when I receive a phone call. Sluggishly, I stretch out my arm so I can grab my phone from the bedside table. I'm about to cut the call but thankfully, my eyes can register the caller ID.

🤍🖤BABY🤍🖤

I pick the call immediately.

"He-" she doesn't even allow me start talking.

"Tae, I'm at your front door. Please come let me in - it's freezing outside."

Her voice sounds so wobbly and so broken to the point it's almost unrecognizable.

"Sure," I reply as I dash out of my room and down the stairs, abandoning my slides and every other important thing.

The phone is still pressed to my ear when I opened the front door, and that's because I never cut the call. But as soon as my eyes meet her, the phone slides out of my grip.

What?

"Yetunde," my heart starts beating faster, "are you okay?"

She ignores my question and tries to walk into the house but I grab her frail shoulders.

"Yetunde," I ask, tears building up at the back of my eyes, "what happened to you?"

She shakes my hands of my shoulders and hides her face from me, covering it with her small hands. Her sleeves fall a little as she does so, and I catch a glimpse of what looks like a fresh cut.