I dropped to my knees, screaming out of pain that my heart was in. The veins in my neck being obvious through my pale skin, my face turning a distinct shade of red.
Tears starting to spill over and onto my burning cheeks. My hands raced to my face and covered it. I sobbed into my hands for what felt like hours.
Mom said this should be my ptsd from Ophelia. I watched her as she died. I couldn't stop it, it was inevitable. I watched as her frail body jolted and spasmed. I watched stroke after stroke as she became weaker. It all happened in a matter of seconds. Her body moving violently and then all of a sudden, stopped. I was supposed to go states two days after. But I crashed after I lost her.
I wouldn't have preformed my best and would probably have made us loose anyways. I heard they honored us, more for her, knowing it was the right thing to do for their fallen solider. They went on to play and eventually after a rough and close game they won, my team pulled out all efforts for another win.
I'm proud of them, knowing they did it for us. My baby sister who I lost at age 13, to an illness I don't know, watched over the game, giving them hope, and giving them something to honor.
They said they could feel her and I there. They felt the eyes of a loving soul before she left, the eyes of a powerful, strong, and perseverant girl.
Mom never came to check on me during my screams. She left me there all day, probably calling Andromeda, who never answered.
I called her, she answered and hung up. Making me crying numbly on my bathroom floor for five minutes before she arrived.
She gently caressed my face, wiping the stingingly hot tears away. Rearranging our positions so my head was in her lap, my arms wrapped themselves around her waist in attempt to relieve my emotions.
"I'm so sorry Finnick. This shouldn't have happened." She whispered quietly. It was hard to hear her over me gasping out of breath. Her hands ran through my hair soothingly.
She stayed with me until I fell asleep in her lap, and even then she stayed and never left me.
I was a crumbling mess of a man, unstable, and emotional. Sleep deprived from memories, and wishing it were a lie.
I lost my baby sister, and I'll never get her back.
