Ava-Lou

Chapter One

They left me alone with her. Sure, she was my sister and that party wasn't that important, but they should be here too.
"We just need to get some rest, Bella. Stay here with your sister," they would say. Well maybe I didn't want to stay.
Nurses came in to switch out her IV. There she lay, her porcelain skin shining with the little bit of perspiration that we were all used to by now in this old hospital.
One of the nurses accidentally left behind a small bottle of something called Trylophine. I read on the label.
"Warning: Do not take if patient is under the age of 13" Ava was 11. But if I only gave her a little bit to help her stomach so she can get some rest, nothing could go wrong? Right?
Ava-Lou, or Ava as we call her, was tossing in the creaky hospital bed, vomiting every fifteen minutes, and wasn't sleeping. I gazed down at her frail body. She looked up at me with hopeful eyes. I ignored it. I unfastened the lid of the Trylophine and inserted it into her IV.