Many, including vampires, asked how I remained to my faith of protecting my sister, when she obviously could take care of herself. We were eighteen now. I had my whole life ahead of me and I still chose to remain by Lily and give up all my dreams, that she had no idea I even had, I thank my blockage power for that. My simple answer was that she was my sister. Some took that answer and shrugged it off. But, most didn't and pushed on, harder and harder, til I gave a more detailed answer. Of course, Lily was never around and I made sure she wasn't in my head witnessing all that I did.
I picked and chose my words carefully. They became like a spell to me always the same never changing but always giving me the same effect. I grew accustomed to it all. Lily wasn't always around and we vowed not to jump into each others heads, unless it was an emergency. We still spoke to each other telepathically but didn't witness everything. She had Brendon and her dreams, that she made the choice to keep and I love her for it. I wish I had made that choice for myself. The people always had to push me to speak my love poem but I was always prepared to throw the words out at them and shut them up for once and for all.
' I need you to understand. I don't make it all the time and I know what it feels like. I appear strong but I am weak and broken in so many ways that the pieces don't even fit together anymore. My strength was fragile but now it is gone. I made the choices, I have made and I am prepared to take the consequences of them, no matter how much they hurt. But, I will not let my sister be eaten alive by the things I have experienced. I have faith and that faith is in my sister, the girl I will protect until the day I die.'
The words froze every person up. Most trying to figure out what my life had really been, not what it had seemed to be. All vampires knew us by our name. The girls who killed their own parents for the lies that had been told, for the hearts that had been broken. We had acted like estranged little girls, everyone said that we were. No one believed that we were capable of being that ruined to kill our parents. They had to believe us though. We had done it, hadn't we. But it wasn't just the lies and the hearts breaking. It was our life falling apart in front of our very eyes, from our very hands. It was the secrets that Lily and I had shared and the stories our parents told us. It was the very life that we had known and it was gone right at our own hands. But that wasn't the force that drove Lily to do what she did. It was me. Me, there. Me, her sister forcing her to kill her mother, the one she loved and understood. I may not have put the idea into her head but the protection of my life meant more to her than the thought and reality of taking away her mom and advice giver, the person who understood her.
I had ruined everything she had ever know and my faith was into fixing it, fixing the pieces of her that I had knocked off and picked up on the way.
