Shattering Away

"Honey come down now! Dinner's almost ready!" I heard Mom say

But everytime, every single time she tried, she never get a response

After the incident, I have never left my room, I isolated myself from the world

I left the front of my door to walk through my window, I wish I could see her figure again, the house a few blocks away, her room's window where our eyes always met and we'll had had a small chat every evening to night

I miss those times

Those happy times

Joyous times

Those wonderful memory of us

But now, I hate it. Hate it for all it do is remind me of the past

I'm still living on my past, been what? 5 years? 6? 7? I barely remember as my last memory of her fading away to dust

I only wish I could turn back the clock, the time and know what happened back then

We we're playing in the park, joining the other kids as we all played tag, played all day we did 'til we tire ourselves up

She sat at the oak bench near the ancient tree, I followed her, face dripping with sweat as she tried drying them off with the back of her palm

I offered her my handkerchief, she hesitated but took it anyways giving me a smile of thanks that I never did forget

We had some small chat, like what do we like, hate, our common and least interests, our future life and such, it was great, not until night came, sadly, we had to part ways

I succumb to sleep only to be greeted by the devil, my brother. He was smiling devilishly at me

I opened my eyes only to find out I was rushed to the hospital again, wondering how many months or years have I been out due to this unusual illness, If you think nightmares can't kill you, think again

But that is not the reason why I am slightly surprised. I was more surprised upon seeing a familiar face, a face I've once seen in the park

"You've been asleep for nearly a year and a half, the doctors would like to call it coma because no matter how hard we tried waking you up, it just don't work" Mom explained, sober now from crying

"Ever since, our neighbor's daughter came visiting you, always, not a day she failed and tried not talking to you in your sleep" Mom added making me look at the familiar figure of the girl

"Maybe she can't recognize me Ms. Pacifier" She said meekly

"Your... The one who screamed for help, did you not?" I ask remembering an instance from my dream, or must I say, nightmare

She immediately lowered her head, as if embarrassed of what happened but for me, I don't care whether it be embarrassment and such, its just, finally, I have something, someone I could protect

I motioned her to come closer and she did, then what I did next probably surprised her

"Don't worry. You'll never be alone again" I said making her tremble, maybe of the fact that she was crying

After the brief drama, the doctor said I still could not be discharge for they have to run tests to ensure my health is a-okay

Every time Mom came to visit, she's always there, and she never left my side not unless she needs to go home to change and stuff

I treat her as the sister I never had. I do spoil her at times, but I mostly become clingy around her, just her and no one else

Not until that happened,