I woke up screaming at the top of my lungs, covered In sweat. My dad burst into my room followed by my mom. He cradled me in his arms telling me everything was okay. "It was just a dream." He whispered calmly into my ear. I started bawling into his arms. It hadn't felt like a dream. The pain felt real. Not just the deep gashes around my body but the pain of seeing my sister so afraid, the pain of feeling helpless, the pain of watching her get dragged away while I just lay there dying. They didn't understand and they never would. My moms eyes were full of concern and my dads grip on me loosened up a little as he saw I was getting a little more calm. I didn't feel calm though. Tears dried up on my face, and I was breathing so hard that it hurt. With shock I realized someone was missing. "Where's Bella?" Panic started to build up in my chest. "She's just in her room sleeping," my mom reassured me. But the panic wouldn't stop building. "YOU LEFT HER ALONE?" I bellowed. I hadn't mean to sound so furious but I couldn't help it. My parents looked at me wide eyed as if I had gone crazy. A sting of pain poked at my heart. I never imagined them looking at ME that way. But at the moment that was the least I cared about. Throwing my sheets to the floor I bolted to Bella's room so fast that everything around rushed past and felt like a blur. Just before I reached her door an ear splitting scream erupted from inside her room. Bella's scream. I burst through her bedroom door just in time to see a head outside Bella's open window. The cruel smile twisting my stomach in knots. The creature was outside. I looked down to see my sister writhing in pain on her bed. A deep cut spread across her arm. White mist curled from her wound. Looking back out the window I found nothing. The creature was gone. My parents ran into the room. I held my sister in my arms and watched as tears flooded down her face. The poison started seeping in and I waited for a reaction. 3....2...1. She let out another scream and began shaking violently. "It's ok," I whispered. "Your gonna be ok. I know what did this and I'll find a way to kill it for you okay? Then it'll never hurt you again." She nodded her head and whispered: "Pinky promise?" I almost felt like crying. Here she is in lots of pain and trembling in my arms but still making an effort to make me pinky promise. Just raising her pinky looked like it hurt her a lot. I accepted her pinky and lightly shook it kissing her on the forehead. "Love you Bella." "Love you too," she whispered weakly into my ear. Her eyes began to close and she passed out. I had no clue how I was going to do it but I had to. Scaring me and trying to kill me is one thing. But my little sister is different. Nobody puts a single scratch on her without getting hurt. But this scratch was deep and poisonous. That creature,no,demon, might as well have been holding a neon 'murder me violently' sign above its head. I looked up and saw our parents looking at us confused. Rage bubbled up in my stomach. "Well don't just stand there. Call a freakin ambulance!" I demanded glaring at the two of them in disgust. My mother snapped out of it and ran downstairs to get the phone. My dad hesitated halfway out the door. "I know your worried and upset but you should really learn how to watch your tone." He said giving me a grim look. At that point I lost it. "W-watch my tone?," I stuttered. "Watch my tone!? Something just poisoned my little sister, your DAUGHTER, and I had to watch helplessly as she fainted in my arms not being able to do anything about it!" I screamed. My dad looked down. "I guess I should have worded that differently. Just try and keep the volume down okay?"
"K," I mumbled. Once his back was turned I cursed at him under my breath.
As I held Bella's small writhing body and one thought itched at my brain. I had failed to do one of the most important things I had promised to do since I was a kid. I had failed to keep my family safe.
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Teen FictionA young 16 year old girl named Daija Galvin has a problem. At first, her problem was her life at school. Bullies, not fitting in, and fighting suicidal thoughts. Daija decides to turn her life around this year at her school. She meets a strange, yet...