T H R E E W O R D S E I G H T L E T T E R S

4

I hear it again.

"Haven, let go!"

I feel it again.

"I don't want to be here anymore! Let me go!"

She sobbed and I felt an aching within me that I was torn whether to follow or ignore.

"I don't want to feel it anymore, I don't want to inflict anymore pain..." she whimpered.

"Hales don't...please...let me help you," I cried.

This can't be happening.

"I said I don't want to be helped! Now leave me be and just pretend this never happened...that I ever existed. It's easy."

"No, take one step back and I'll catch you like the game we played when we were little. Come on Hales," I was desperately trying to control myself.

"I miss that game." When I saw a faint smile as I saw her closing her eyes, at any other moment it would've looked like she was reminiscing a memory of us and I would've joined her. But now, if I closed my eyes I'd lose her. Because I already knew she was falling.

She was losing herself.

"HALEY! NO!"

Sirens.

Screaming.

Shackles.

Crying.

Cracking.

I'm forced to dream this nightmare because I deserve it.

I killed my sister.