Selfish Love

Ew

Where I am right now is really bright. My eyes sting but the happy swell of my heart almost makes me not care.

I'm in a beautiful meadow, and it's indescribably breathtaking. Everything, everyone just didn't seem to matter. Time must have passed as I walked and walked growing happier with each step but I didn't feel it.

Time had no place here, and I never wanted to leave. Laying in the grass among the flowers I let the sun's warmth radiate onto my skin and seemingly into me as well.

"Serena. Serena!" A voice floated through the meadow, growing demanding and I looked around, confused.

"Hello?" I called, getting in turn no response.

Closing my eyes I deeply breathed in the scent of the flowers, the air, and the sun.

When I opened my eyes again the light was even more blinding then I remembered.

"Uh." I muttered and my voice was hoarse.

"Serena? Serena!" There was the voice again, so demanding.

"What?" I croak and turn my head looking for my flowers.

But they're not there and instead I see marble. And a small painting of a meadow. The meadow was nowhere close in comparison to my meadow that I had just been in but it was still pretty.

Then a torso blocked my view of the painting.

"What?" I groaned again, limply forcing myself to sit up.

"Be careful. You have two bruised ribs and you almost had a broken nose." A man's voice, who I didn't recognize, said.

Focusing my eyes I looked at the man who had blocked my view of the painting. Older than me, he was starting to get a little grey hair and was looking at me kindly.

"Where's my sister?" I ask, fear consuming me.

"Don't worry, the young Elena is having some dessert in the kitchen."

"What time is it?" I narrow my eyes and the man checks his watch. He's probably a doctor because he's wearing a white lab coat.

"It is currently 5 in the evening." I look at him my mouth falling open.

"You let my sister have ice cream and it's only five?!" I yelled like the overprotective sister I am.

"Well, yes. She said that you would be completely fine with it. Something about the S'mores pack." A smile came to my lips. Elena technically was entitled to ice cream due to our pack.

The S'mores pack was started just after our mother left us for longer than she ever had before. Elena was only four, but due to the lack of structure and care from our mother Elena developed pretty fast. At three she knew the alphabet and to some extent she was able to talk fluently. We had been sitting in the living room and I was doing some math homework when she came over to me. 

"Yes?" I didn't really look at her, I kept my eyes trained on my math because at the time I had been having troubles with my studies. 

When she didn't say anything I sighed and looked up at her. She was holding a smore and God knows how she made it and got everything from the cabinets. I took it from her gently and smiled. 

"Thanks Elena." Elena didn't respond, instead she kept looking at the smore. Eventually she met my eyes and I saw the tears glistening. Putting the smore down I pulled her up into my lap.

"What's wrong?" Softly, because I knew that if I said anything to loudly she would probably start wailing. While her mind was far ahead for a four year old, her emotions hadn't quite caught up.