Sister, Where are You?

"Sis!" I woke up, screaming. My mom ran into the room. 

"Are you okay?! What's wrong?!" My mom waved her hand in my face. I had blacked out, remembering the death of my sister. 

It was 3 weeks ago. I was standing next to her on our secret night out at the gas station. We did it every Saturday, after everybody went to sleep. We used her car to go to 7-Eleven. We were walking out after about an hour of raiding the store, like every night. We had slurpees, candy, chips, and a lot more. We walked out and there were a few guys by our car, each trying to figure out how to pick the lock. All I remember was my sister pushing me away and telling me to run. She told me not to look back. I ran to the bushes, unseen. I stared at the men trying to hurt her. She knew karate and all of those other types of moves. She took out all of them. She began to run to me, but no. One of the guys pulled out a gun and 'BOOM!' Gone. Dead.

"I ran, mom. I ran!" I couldn't keep myself together. 

"Robin... it wasn't your fault. You had to run. Jordan is still here. I promise. She's just invisible." 

"And dead..." My mother began to cry, too. 

My dad came in. Then, came over to me and my mom and comforted us. "I can feel her." My dad said.

I got up and went to get a drink. I ran to the kitchen drawer. Knife. I grabbed it and hid it in my jacket. Then, I ran to the bathroom. Personally, I can't feel pain on my body, but I can feel it in my body. I locked the door and got out the knife. 

'No. Stop. What are you doing? Stop. Stop. Stop. STOP!' My mind kept competing with my heart. But my heart won. I took the knife and cut my forearm. Just like a person about to commit suicide. My heart was next. I'll just have to stab my heart. Then I wont feel pain.

I grabbed the knife for the second time and brought it to my chest. 'Am I really doing this? What is wrong with me? Am I worth staying alive? I need my sister. Here I go.' I aimed it at my heart. I looked around the bathroom. I saw a piece of paper. I decided to quickly explain why I had done this and how much I regret doing this. I wrote 'I love you' on the paper and put the pen down.

 I grabbed the knife once more. I aimed it directly at my heart and looked at my forearm. Blood. Dead. Skin. Gone. Now it was my turn. I jabbed it straight through my heart and as soon as I did that, I saw my parents rush in right before I saw a white light. 

Hello, sister. I thought after seeing that white light. I didn't know where I was or where I was heading, but it was completely white. I must be in heaven. Or secretly i'm in hell. 

"Sis? Sister, where are you?" I only saw a white light and a few stars. I hear nothing for the next minute. But then I saw a sight I would only see if I was truly dead. I was truly dead. 

"Hello, sister." 

"Jordan!" 

I remember running to her and hugging her, not ever letting go. 

But then, I woke up.