Unforgettable (Part 1)

2. Emily

"We must find Clair now!" Josephine bellows, her voice sounding like she is on the verge of tears. I don 't blame her, because she's been friends with Clair ever since they were both three years of age.

"How are you going to find her when she could be dead?"

I spin around on my heel and notice him.

Him.

He is my worst enemy. He is the one who almost dragged me over a balcony to my death many years ago. He is the one who I believe is responsible for killing my older sister. He is the one who has scarred me for life.

"Samuel!"

I spit his name at him.

"Oh, hello Emily," he says while holding his arms out to me. "Nice to see you're still alive, or are you still traumatised by Shelly's death?!"

"Get lost, you moron!" I shout. "I will see your crying face in Hell!"

Samuel laughs like I'm a joke.

"What are you doing here?!" Michael says in a deep, stern voice.

"Didn't you guys hear the bang?" Samuel has a sly smile contaminating his face.

"Wha-" I begin.

Suddenly, we hear a resounding bang and screaming. Samuel grins from ear to ear and taps his chin as if he's in deep thought.

"I haven't seen Clair anywhere," the devil-infested jerk says, "have you?"

The penny drops with a horrible clang. I know what Samuel is telling us.

"You dirty rascal!" I scream.

"We refuse to believe you!" Joanne shouts, her voice quivering.

"Sick in the head," Jonathan mutters.

I run out the room, knocking Samuel over in the process and dart to the balcony. In large, red letters written in blood, I see a message that says:

"In Flanders Fields the poppies blow, on Clair's cross row on row..."

Below the riddle I see Clair, who is surrounded by a red sea of blood with a laser pointing at her chest. I look over to the left where I see the unmistakable sight of a person taking aim at her with a gun.

"Clair! No!" I shriek.

The others around me start screaming as well, but there is no time to scream. I jump the balcony and run towards Clair across the corrugated iron shelter.

"Gonna die how your sister did!" Samuel taunts.

I skid to an abrupt stop because I know Samuel is right. My sister threw her life away saving someone else; me.I look Samuel in the eye and cringe as I hear the next bang...

Time stops...as I watch the rest of Clair's body lose tension and flop to the ground with a heavy thud. There is nothing I can do now and this whole incident has brought back memories of Shelly. I collapse on the roof as the memories of Shelly come back to me:

I am walking past Shelly's class and I see one smiling, happy girl who is showing a little cheek to her teacher Mr. Roy. I smile at the wall...

Now I am playing touch football and Shelly is in the opposing team as what I'm in. The ball is kicked in the air, so I leap and catch it. I run past the opposition's defences and out into the open. I am fast, so people will have trouble catching me and may not even catch me. Then I am barged over and the wind is knocked out of me. I drop the ball and gasp, trying to recover my breath. Then I hear Shelly's laugh and see her smiling face. She helps me up and gives me a hug and I start laughing. I have never felt so much love and affection in my life...

I charge towards him who wears the mask, not even taking into account the dangerous weapon he has in his hand. I am about to tackle him, when he spins around and has a gleaming knife in his hand. I can't stop nor back away, for I am too close to him. Just as he lunges towards me with the knife, Shelly steps in my way and takes the full blow, right in the middle of the chest. She collapses to the ground, and I trip over her, he runs away.

Who has he? I don't know...but my heart is telling me it was Samuel, so that is what I have believed for six months.

"Emily," Shelly splutters. "Go now, its too dangerous out here. There's more..."

I was in too much shock to do anything, so I just sat there and watched her die, ignoring her pleads for me to go. I could've called an ambulance, but I didn't. I just sat there... and cried.

I could've saved her...

"Dead."

I watch Mum as she bursts into tears.

"Shelly!" Mum screams.

Dad walks over to Mum and wraps his arm around her. I sit in my seat, unable to cry because I have no tears left...

"Shelly, here I come."

We are at a beach whose name is insignificant, with Mum standing on the edge of a cliff, staring at the sharp, jagged rocks below.

"Mum, don't," I plead.

Mum repeats what she said.

"Shelly, here I come."

"No!" I scream.

I run over to her, and am knocked down by a passing cyclist. I yell in pain, and watch Mum as she plummets off the cliff straight into the rocks that await below. Now, I have no more Mum... Lost.... But never to be forgotten.

"We will remember Shelly Wilson who was killed by an unknown killer. May she be remembered."

I watch as Shelly's coffin disappears into the earth.

"And we also commemorate Natalie Joan Wilson, who tragically departed this earth to be with her beloved daughter."

What about the other daughter?

Dad puts his arm around me after the Priest says this.

"May they both be reunited in Heaven with the Eternal Father, and may He grant them peace."

I watch as Mum's coffin is lowered into the ground...

So, she departed the earth so she could be with her favourite daughter, and left the other one traumatised, torn apart, alone and with no hope of ever being the same...