City

She has it all

"City!" I call my sister. She was really small even though she was older than me, by about five minutes.

She runs up to me and smiles panting, "Hey, Cillian!"

We had just gotten out of school and we were both tired. But we stuck around to hang out with our friends. She sat in the shade with her friends as they chatted about school, and crushes and all that grossness. Well, at least that's what I thought at the time.

While I, on the other hand, climbed trees with my friends. We look down on everyone and pretend like we owned the world. But then I was challenged by another boy. I had never spoken to him but I thought he was cute but if I told him that I'd probably get bullied.

He dared me to climb the top of the school.

My sister was all I had. I was all she had but I thought we were too different. She wanted to be a lawyer because of our sickly mother dying in jail for being framed and I wanted to become a poet of my own selfish will.

My sister started to learn how to cook as her grades were as perfect as her, dad went looking for a job every day so we'd watch movies then I'd go outside as she cleaned the house.

I felt bad for her. I love her and she loves me. We were all we had. And I promised her that we'd get out of that place together. But I didn't listen to her and I climbed the school building.

Everything was blurry. I saw red and heard screaming and my sister shouting, "shut up! Give him some room!" We both thought we should've just went home and taken a nap.

She cried, "hold on" As the clear tears ran down her face.

I woke up in a room filled with color. Gift cards, balloons, and teddy bears around the room.

I had an urge to write and see a pen not too far from me. I reached out to grab it but then noticed the sleeping girl resting on my lap.

Who was she? Is she my mom? No...she looks too young. My- a man bursts to the room and closed my eyes pretending to be asleep.

"City, give up. Your brother isn't going to wake up."

My leg started to feel wet I slightly opened one eye to look at the girl. Tears flooding from her eyes.

"I don't want to be alone. Please! Cillian wake up, please!"

My name...Cillian. And this girl. My sister...City.

A month later I went home with the man that was my father and the girl, my sister. I started to write more. I didn't really have friends. I must not have had any before. People did try to talk to me but it got awkward.

My sister tried to get closer to me. But...I had nothing to say to her. I wish I did. All my poems are about her. She's supposed to be my twin and all I can do is write what I want to say to her. I can't speak to her as a normal brother would.

She's probably really hurt. I dont know what to do. After high school, I went to New York to attend college there as my sister not wanting to follow me, stayed and enrolled in community college.

Our father unemployed had her pay the bills, cook and clean but I had nothing to do with that anymore. I'll try to make a new life for myself.

But that girl. I hope she makes it out of this place because she has it all.