Heart shaped Skulls

A Brother's Love

I was at the bottom of the bottle that I had been nursing for quite a while slowly mulling over the disappearance of my sister. Rowena was gone for a whole month now. I shuffled through the report the bottle still resting in my hand as I read the article explaining her sudden and unexpected disappearance. In brackets it explained her last sighting [was seen stopping at a local gas station then leaving with the owner a local says as they to were leaving to go back home] my eyebrows twisted together as I peered over the gas station "Last chance" I pulled my note pad loaded with my work theories on different patients. I scribbled the name down before researching the location of the station. It took a lengthy amount of time to find but the old road popped up, in a sleepy haze I wrote that down as well and pulled up a map from my computer that sat on standby Infront of me. It was a long stretch of road, hardly used. Unpaved and dirt it went for miles untill a set of houses appeared. Unfortunately it was hard to make out but they surely looked run down and abandoned. But it was worth a try. I logged off my computer and sat back in my leather chair. I was so little when all the chaos stirred in her room. When the cops commanded her on the ground and she was taken away from my life, it simply went grey. Mother couldn't talk, wouldn't even if she wanted. My siblings got taken away to some metal institution. We had all been split. After some time, without any help from dear old mother I put myself through college, got a job in the medical field. One of the best in my class. I sighed as I realized the true reason of getting this job, full of nothing but heartache was to find her. My sister. The Asylum threw out her records, trying to conceal her tracks. They knew they messed up and would be liable for the many breakouts. My hands began to rub my forehead the black locks that hanged to my shoulders madded with knots from yesterday. I couldn't stop, not until I found her. For some unknown reason I could feel she needed me. The tingling sensation making my hairs stand on end as I thought of her racked my sore and tired body. I would not stop until I found her.

I woke with a rapid knocking. Harsh and loud. I hadn't realized I had fell asleep until I raised my head from the crook of my arm. My lab coat still hanging on my malnourished body. "Come in" I sounded emotionless drained of all care as my head nearly drooped with fatigue. "Doctor Hecktor? Have you stayed all night?" I glanced up to the petite nurse her long blonde hair pinned up into a bun. Her tanned complexion almost glowing. I hated her. With a passion. I knew she cared for me and that's what made me build those hard brick walls. I had no time for love, I had to find Rowena. "Your getting dark rings under your eyes again, maybe you should go home take a day off" I shook my head slowly sliding myself out of the leather chair. "No, I'm fine just stayed up doing paperwork" I lied as I stared her down with the coldest look I could muster. "Do the runs for me-" I stopped racking my brain for the name that was stored in the vault somewhere deep in my brain. "It's Gloria" her voice was pained. So hurt. My heart shuddered, I didn't mean to be so cold but it had to be this way. "Yes, Gloria do my rounds I'm leaving for a vacation" I lied again not making eye contact. "Dr, I know your not going on vacation. Your looking for here again, aren't you?" She looked at me through her blonde hair. Had she looked through my paperwork?! I went to accuse her, to yell. Her fingers in tangled as Gloria began to explain. "I'm sorry, I noticed how tired you were and knew something was bothering you and-" I held my hand up "you thought you would snoop and see what I was worrying over" she nodded her eyes wondering off down the hallway. "I'll look this over as long as you don't do it again" she nodded looking too enthusiastic. Gloria thought she was forgiven. "So, can I come with you?" She was back to her bubbly state making me unnerved and annoyed. She kept going about helping Rowena, getting her back. But then her mouth continued making me hault. "We can get your sister and get the help she needs. You know a really good doctor" how could she?! I stopped my boots sending a squeak down the empty hallway. How could she talk so openly and happy about that? I know how depressing it is for my patients to go to a mental institution. It's hell. "Don't talk any more of her! Your not coming either for one, and I wouldn't want a woman who thinks so little of a human being! Go do your routines and stop bothering me, I'm leaving." I took off my lab coat and threw it to the feet of a shocked Gloria. I could see the beading of tears in her eyes as I walked away. I'm tired of this gloomy place, I needed to find her. 

I left. Past the deranged patients who screamed like their life depended on it, past the nurses that turned with a confused glare as I thundered past.
I plucked my black, slim, glasses from my pocket as I headed to my car. "Shit" i whispered before peeking over my shoulder multiple times. My car was fairly attractive, a sportsy type you could say with four doors and a spacious back seat. "I shouldn't have fell asleep or I could've moved her" I softly yelled moving the tarp covered body that was starting to become stiff from rigamortis. A filthy deranged woman who flaunted her bones sticking from her skin as she starved her body. She was the first one to have interest in me, she was in the way. I shoved her body the small trickle of blood dripping onto the carpet of the car. I didn't mind it and instead climbed into the car the seat hissing as my weight shifted. The sweet hum of the engine started making my lips pull into a delightful smile. I'm going to get my sister and I will do anything to get her back. My smile grew bigger my white teeth glimmering in the bright sunlight even if I have to rip limbs from limb, i will find her.

I knew I wouldn't be able to get much further with my extreme fatigue but I pushed and when the gas station came into view my eyes blew wide. Adrenaline pumped at the excitement of finding my sister but I had to be patient, scope it out. I parked near the corn letting my car's hum sputter as I stared intently at the gas station. There wasn't much people but one struck me as odd. Hair mangled and greasy like he hasn't seen a shower in a good month. Skinnier than the dead and eyes bland with empty emotion. I waited for him to jump into his rusty truck before I let my car growl with anticipation as I slowly tailed behind the uneasy man.

I was about a mile behind him before he turned the dust still lingering in the air. I followed it, making sure it wasn't just another wanderer poking around. I slowed down when the most recent dirt was flowing like a erie mist. I stopped the car to gather my thoughts. What if she was here? What would I do? Call the cops? No, they would take her to another shitty institution. I laid my head on the steering wheel a sigh escaping my dry lips. I sat back determined, no I wasn't going to call the cops. I was going to fight for her, die for her. The feeling of sadnesss and hurt when her raspy voice so full of fear pierced my mind made white appear on bony knuckles. I love you! Look for me! I could hardly remember what she cried out for me that day but that horrid feeling stuck with me. The feeling of terror, as your being ripped away from your sibling. The feeling of being alone, the utter chaos stuck to me like tar. I had to find her. I turned the key with new found adrenaline as I sped down the dirt road kicking up clouds of soil. Sure enough a ranch sat old but standing to the left of the road. Then I saw her. I slammed on my brakes and threw my door open. She was thin, older, so tiny. Her pale skin stuck to her, so malnourished. Dark bags hang under her orbs and she looked like a steel pipe was taken to her body. Rowena's bright fiery hair twisted around, swirling like a pit of infernal fire. She was scared. I was happy.
The blood that coated her and the  body draped in her arms stunned me.
This was Rowena, but was I staring at the sister I knew?

~On my body, the grace of shadows and in my heart: all hells, a ink jar~