Obedient Mistress✔

Bad news...

I woke up in the middle of the evening by the noise of dreadful yelling and weeping. I assumed that I was having a nightmare.

"It's alright, it's going to be okay..." I listened while touching the hallway walls in the dark and walking to Emma's room where the light was on.

"Just breathe! Breathe, Emma!" Mom sobbed.

"I phoned the ambulance. They're on their way!" Dad said making an effort to calm them.

"What's... What's going on?" I asked when I saw dad in Emma's room staring at her bathroom.

I was too scared to examine what's going on in there because I could hear Emma throwing up and mom moaning and instructing her to breathe.

"Are you okay, Emma?" I gradually stepped in to see what's happening there.

Emma was bent over the toilet throwing up... But throwing up blood.

That was a moment I will never be able to withdraw from my memory. It was one of the nastiest things I have ever observed. My facial expression abruptly shifted to a blend of disbelief, discomfort, concern, and uncertainty. Dad noticed that and gently pushed me outside.

"Don't..." He barely said. "Don't watch that."

"I want to be with her." I resisted, but my sanity was also instructing me not to go inside.

"There is nothing you can do."

"You don't seem surprised by this. How long has this been going on?" I recognized there was something they didn't tell me because they both looked steadier than they should be.

He looked away and took a deep breath. It appears like it's more than I imagined.

"HOW LONG?!"

"I don't know. Weeks, maybe..." He scratched the back of his head.

"And you knew she was sick for WEEKS and never supposed that you should explain ME something about it?!" I was outraged by all the surrounding fictions.

They are my family. I am not a kid, so I wouldn't be competent to realize that.

"I know... We didn't wish you to worry about no reason." He strives to clarify but there were no words powerful enough to explain this.

"You didn't want me to worry?! She's my sister! What do you mean for no reason?! She's throwing up blood! She's sick!"

"It wasn't that urgent until now. We... We thought... Your birthday was coming and... Uh... She told us not to inform you." He covered his eyes with his hand.

"What?" I couldn't believe what he said. "Why would she tell you that?"

"I don't know... She cares for you. She didn't want to make you sad."

I began weeping. I didn't know how to handle this. My weeping turned into chuckling at some point and my legs gave up, so I fell on the floor.

"Are you alright?" Dad asked.

"Go to Emma!"

"Are you sure?"

The ambulance arrived and doctors began gathering around me instead of Emma.

"No! I'm not sick! Go away!"

"She's in here." Dad showed them the way.

I stood up and paused for something to take place. Shortly I was able to see Emma shattered and in such discomfort, as I have never seen her before.

However, the worst of all was that she turned her head away and hesitated to moan when she saw me staring at her. That moment crushed me...

"Emma..." I let out. No response. Not even a howl of distress. And I recognized that she preferred to yell.