But this time..
It's locked.
Immediately my stomach jumped to my throat.. A wave of fear flushed over me..
I banged on the door.
"Alex!!... Are you in there?"
I put my ear to the door.. Nothing.
"Alexandrea!! Open the door! " .. Again, nothing. As I was walking to the bathroom I heard a scream of agony come from her room.. Panicking, I pulled a bobby pin from my hair setting the wild bangs free..
After ten terrifying minutes of twisting and wiggling the bobby in the knob of the door I was let in.
Stumbling , I was finally in my sisters room.
I suddenly realized that the lights were cut off.. Her shades were drawn. And she was sitting on the floor rocking back and forth.. My blade a few inches away from her with violent red along the edges..
As I took a step closer to my hurting sister.. The violent red on my blade, was blood.. And splots of terror were all over her sky blue carpet rug...
My voice cracked.. "Alex.. Show me your wrists please."
She started crying.." I wanted to be dead before you came.. I didn't know you were coming home early.. " She slowly turned around caressing her left arm.. Slowly, she held it out to me..
I fell to the floor sobbing and crawled to my shaking sister.. Her arm fell to the floor as she lost consciousness.
I started screaming in fright... "Alex stay with me! Hang in there I'm calling for help!"
.. I bolted into my room and dialed 911. Running back to my sister I cradled her in my arm as I unsteadily spoke into the phone calling the ambulance for help. I hung up and put the phone in my pocket as I sprang up and picked up my sister..
Rushing down the stairs I sat on the couch and took a cloth from the kitchen and tightly wrapped it around her arm.
Before I could react to my surroundings the ambulance busted through the door and took my dying sister from my arms..
I ran behind the paramedics and sat in the back of the ambulance. Crying.. I sent a message to Leo apologizing and asking for his help..
I sat in silence.
Thinking to myself "How could I let this happen to her? Alexandrea I'm so sorry..."
A man handed me a coat.. "Put this on sweetheart. Your arms shouldn't be exposed, the cuts will get infected.."
I stared at the painkillers that ruined my life. "Oh..thank you."
As we pulled up to the hospital I felt exhausted.. But tears were still steaming down my face.. They rushed my sister to the emergency room and as I ran behind them one of them held a hand up to my chest. I came to a holt. "Sorry sweetie. Your not aloud to go into the stabilizing rooms.. Please wait outside for your sister."
I nodded.
As I dragged my feet walking to the waiting room I felt Extremely weak. I sat on a couch and zipped up the warm coat to the top, put the hood over my head.. And silently whimpered as I fell asleep in the empty, cold waiting room.
"I'm sorry" .. I said as I pulled out my blade.. And inside the big coat.. I silently cut my other arm.. Left to right.
Creating a second portrait. But this time, it's not on display.
