The Letter K

Chapter 1 - Impotent

Author's Note: Ello :3 I am in a good mood today, and decided to update. :D

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Listen to the song "Apologize" by One Republic, it is my favorite song at the moment, and really relates to this chapter.

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-Hallie c':

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  December 25th, 2009.

Most kids were opening their presents, with andrenaline and anxiety running through their veins.

Their sweaty hands ripping the wrapping paper off like a mask.

Adults would have their garbage bags ready to pick-up the remainders of the trash.

The smell of hot chocolate, pancakes, eggs, sausage and bacon; is making its way to the kids’ noses.

Dropping everything in their hands, they would sprint to the kitchen, wide grins on their faces, so young and innocent.

No, I was at a hospital, praying she would live just one more day so I could apologize for murder.

I could already see it now, the judge with his mallet in his hand.

The courtroom would shoot me looks of disgust, anger, and bewilderment; the long pause of my verdict that would yet be read.

“Guilty.”

The people outside listening would erupt in applauses, my family putting their heads down ashamed.

I would be handcuffed, waiting for my death sentence.

I sat in an uncomfortable chair for the whole night, but I never dared going in to that hospital room.

They said she was in a very bad condition, something that I probably shouldn’t see at my age.

I didn’t care; I just needed to know that she was alright, so I wouldn’t have to live with this feeling of guilt.

I bit my lip to keep myself from sobbing.

“Do you need water, miss?”

“Do you need to take a walk and get some air, miss?”

“Do you need something to eat?”

The woman at the desk asked me.

I said nothing.

My sister was in that room dying, holding that last string, fighting for her life.  

I shivered, covering my bare skin with my hands; wet, cold tears stung my eyes.

Red specks in my eyes from stress, and I barely got an hour of sleep.

A young looking nurse came down the hall with a look of pity on her face, her blonde hair pulled into a sloppy bun.

Her cobalt blue eyes searching across the waiting room as if looking for a treasure.

She eventually came across me, and gave me a small smile.

She sat down next to me, and lifted my head up by my chin, and stared at me, her eyes full of sorrow.

She took my left hand and squeezed it firmly. “It will all be alright, I promise you.”

What was she talking about? Is what I was wondering, that day.

Both my parents came down the hall, my father’s hair tousled in different angles; probably from yanking it so much.

The wrinkles on his forehead looked worse.

 My mom’s frizzed brown hair tucked behind her ears.

“Serenity,” her soft, angelic voice spoke in a sadden tone.

I lifted my head up in desperation, while my eyes pleaded for what I wanted to hear.

I made a forlorn attempt to stay strong, and bit my tongue.

My mom looked at me in grief, she stammered with her words until she cleared her throat.

I heard my sanity snap, and I heard my heart break.

My brain wouldn’t let me believe reality; it kept taking me back to those fond memories.

I felt a tear drop, slowly roll down my cheeks, as I tasted my saline tears.

 This was when my life started falling apart.

I took my phone out of my back pocket, and threw it across the room.

The cracking sound of my plastic phone hitting the dry wall made everyone in the room caste their gaze on me.

My knee's shook as I fell on the floor, and I buried my face into my hands and broke down. 

"She's dead."