Lonely Sides Of A Rooftop

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"Please, take care of him... For me, for him." she said with her heartbreaking voice. I can't help but helplessly cry as I saw the monitor beeping fast. Her face still and full of tears.

She can't leave me like this! She can't be serious! I don't want to see her in the hospital waiting death for her to arrive! I couldn't forgive myself if my little sister's in danger!

I shook my head as I held her hand tight. I don't want to see her suffer like this, "We'll end this together. With us, with your boyfriend. Please, hold on Jena!"

"I can't fight now, I'm too tired already..." –she coughs– "You have to let me go. Don't worry, I'll guide you my lovely sister.."

"I love you, so much... Ate Sandy.."

She faintly smiled and I can feel her losing her grip on my hands. The clock strike 1 a.m, and her pulse stopped.

She went silent. Suddenly her eyes closed, in front of me.

It was her last smile, and her last goodbye.

I screamed and called the doctors with my agonizing eyes pleading for help. They went in and tried their best to revive her. My sadness, my emotions, everything swirled up to insanity as they said she gave up.

I can't help but to cup my face and cry in the corner of her room, with the nurses and doctors trying to comfort me, while the others are busy covering a white fabric on my sister's dead body. I cried, and cried, until the morning came to me.

I woke up with the sun rays that welcomes the people, the mental facility to which I've been working for 5 years. As a psychiatrist, I always keep in mind that the patients aren't my prisoners, but just like babies that also needs care.

I'd started to become a psychiatrist 5 years after my sister died with cancer. And I thought that I could move on from her death, but until now, those memories were still fresh.

Sadly, I smiled at my window as I saw a cloud forming a heart. I could remember her giving me a stone that shaped like a heart when we're at the beach.

Now, I could only saw this as one of my happy memories with her, our memories.

After that, I walked down the hall to check the patients on their wards. Some of them are asleep, while the others are laughing while looking at their windows, just like a crazy person as they are.

And I saw him also, the one whom my sister said... take care of him, for me, for him.

I brought a tray of breakfast for him when I entered his room. As I expected, photos of him and my sister, dirty on the marble floor, his pee in the corner, a broken frame of him and my sister kissing at the Eiffel Tower swung on the white wall.

And him, facing his back at me, leaned his forehead on the windowsill, crying almost endlessly. With his hands forming a fist.

I carefully placed the tray to his table, I don't want to disturb him, I don't want to interupt his mourning. I know, it was never easy for him to move on.

He really loves my sister, he really do. And he's willing to give him all, only for Jena. His first and last love, of his colourful life.

But, after her death, love was buried with deep sorrow and pain.

He can't even take it. What the amount of love he gave for Jena, is also the countless pain he recieves for almost a year! He almost sliced his neck after he intake some anti cough tablets.

That's why his parents decided to bring him here, and until now, 3 years had passed but he's not fully recovered.

Poor Cairo Magna, I really pity you...

With his fiery eyes, he noticed me with full anger. He stood and walked at my direction. And he quickly spilled the food, in front of me.

"I don't need this piece of shit!" he snarled, "I want Jena!" He continues to shout her name into the four walls of his room, but no Jena appeared.

I only froze in my spot like a statue, and I bowed my head trying not to cry as he continues to shout. Not a care in the world who would hear him. I could feel him staring at me and he slammed his hand to the table.

"You! Did you kidnapped Jena huh?" he held my shoulders with a strong grip, "Where is she? Where!"

I carefully raised my head as I cried faintly. He even gasped at what he saw and scoffed, "Now, you're acting like a bitch who's trying to get my forgiveness?"

"Jena is dead, Cairo." I looked into his desperate eyes, "Why can't you accept that—"

"No! Jena is not dead!" he yelled and wailed,  "You don't even know her! She's wise and intelligent, loving and a caring sister to Sandy, she really loves me and I loved her the way she accepts me who I am! She can't be dead! No... no no she can't be.."

He slowly laid to his bed while he continues to convince himself that my sister's not dead, which made my heart turn into shattered pieces as I saw him, confused and agonizing as hell.

I wanted to cry with him, comfort him and help him but I can't. He's too unpredictable and also... crazy.

I went to him and bend my knees. Now, he could see me closely as I speak.
"Jena, is my sister." I put my left hand to my chest, "I'm Sandy Guerrero, Her elder sister."

He nodded and I saw a little smile forming on his lips. Then I slightly bowed my head and gazed at his eyes silently screaming in happiness as I call his lover's name, hoping I had known where is she.

"Now, we will talk to Jena, If you're already done with your breakfast." convincing him, I thought that will make the atmosphere better, but his reaction was beyond my expectation.

Suddenly, he quickly grabbed my hair and pushed me to the corner, leaving me stumbled and pain flowed my body. I curled like a ball because of my painful back that landed on the white wall.

Since when did he know how to hurt people?

"I want Jena! You shit—"

"Sandy, he's out of control again!" finally someone entered the doorway and it was Nathan.

He instantly grabbed Cairo, hugged and held his arms tight so that he can't move. Cairo flinched like a kid, cursing while tears are running away from his eyes, wanting to let go.

"Call the doctors, Sandy! Quick!"