Bridging The Gap; The Final Records In Unova: An Autobiography

Twisted Sister

Melissa cried hard, curled up against me with her hands covering her face, her knees to her forehead, her black hood pulled down over her head, hacking loudly.

I wrapped my arms around her body even tighter and she gasped at my grasp. A glob of saliva went down my tight throat as I sadly watched the sobbing form of my sister, Melissa, a painful wave of confusion and fear crashing continuously within me. My eyes blinked repeatedly to clear my vision of the tears that continued to fill them, forcing the tears to run down my face or fall from them.

June silently stood gazing at us, her face displaying immense shock, confusion, and disbelief.

Darkness was all around us, along with the sounds of crickets calling out for mates. A warm breeze blew, rustling the grass and the leaves above us gently.

"Melissa," I spoke slowly. "Melissa. I've got you."

Melissa's arms wrapped around her shoulders and she lowered her head even further as she continued to cry, heaving loud gasps, her cries coming out shakily, pained, mixed with choking coughs.

My heart felt as if it were being grasped by a pair of freezing cold hands and torn apart continuously at the sound of my sister's anguish. "Melissa." The amount of time that had passed was unknown, but it didn't matter how many minutes, how many hours, or how many days it could have turned into. Despite knowing that my sister, who I hadn't seen in over three years, was right here in my arms, I found myself struggling to ignore the feeling of disbelief causing my heart to throb painfully. This is her, I told myself. This is my sister. This is Melissa. I found her. I found my sister, Melissa. This is amazing! Despite the happiness I felt inside of me, I couldn't manage to crack even the tiniest smile, and I wrapped my arms around her even tighter in an attempt to calm my trembling body.

Melissa gasped as my arms tightened around her, and she moaned weakly.

"Melissa." I rubbed her back, pressing my hand hard against her black hoodie. It was like a dream to be touching my sister. A scary, wonderful dream. The feeling of fear running around inside of me was barely explainable, but I knew what I was feeling was definitely fear. What was there to be afraid of? I had found my sister. And yet, something about this moment was terrifying to me, to a certain extent. Deep down inside of me, I truly couldn't believe that my sister was in my arms right now, crying. It didn't make any sense. My arms tightened around her, my body bubbling over with excitement, fear, happiness, and other feelings I couldn't quite put into words.

Melissa suddenly struggled from my grip, trying to break away from me!

"NO!" I shouted at her, wrapping my arms around her even tighter, and she screamed out. "Melissa?" I gasped at her, not letting go.

"You're hurting me!" my sister's whiny voice complained as she continued to struggle in my grasp. "Please! Stop it!"

I refused to let go of her. There was no way I'd ever release her from my grasp, and to ensure that, my arms tightened around her even more.

Melissa screamed, her voice rising even higher as she shrieked and cried.

"Melissa!" I loosened my grip, staring at her in shock.

She looked up at me, her light blue eyes shimmering behind tears, mucus running down her nose. "Please!" she begged me, her pale, thin, dry lips quivering.

Wait a minute, I thought, squinting into her face, staring at the red veins and red dots all over it. My sister never had freckles. What are those?

"Gary, let go of me! Why are you hurting me?" She continued struggling in my arms.

"Melissa, don't go!" I pleaded, tightening my hands on her shoulders. "What's wrong? I'm not even holding you tight!"