Glass Between The Lines

Chapter 1

"Ten" the only thing that is playing in my brain is "ten" , mind you I do know what it means but it still feels like it's missing something, some word, but every single option that I have tried doesn't seem to feel correct. When I look at myself in the mirror I don't see my glossy black hair, my amber right eye and sea blue left eye, even my faded but slightly olive-brown skin, all I see is a
teenager who has seen death first hand and did nothing to stop it.

At about 10:15 am, my sister came into my room, dark bags under her eyes, wearing her elephant onesie mom had given her on Christmas, you could see that she had been crying for hours and how she would soon be crying again. "What's up?" I ask in a nonchalant kind of manner, that I seem to get from our dad.
"cn'I (deep inhale)...(long exhale) come in?" in an utmost shaky voice.
Although my sister got our Mom's beauty, she was never that good at not being an ugly crier, and even though she knew that and tried to cover up her crying marks with makeup her hands were always too shaky to put it on right. So I gestured a welcoming wave as if to say come here, she hesitantly walked in as if mines were spread across the floor, and as she got to my bed she fell into my open arms and cried her heart out to me. She soon made her way up onto my bed and drifted off to sleep and although I hadn't noticed it before now, I quietly asked to the  "I-I was crying?" and my eyes fell shut.
(I feel weightless, lighter than I remember, I open my eyes and look around and see that my sister has left my room, but had left a note on my night table reading "thank-you James, I am so glad you help me with my problem but I'm still a bit confused about it all and so i went to my room to try and figure it out, your sister forever and always, Diamond Noir".
I didn't know what to do at first, i then decided to go and help her some more and so i cautiously walked out into the hall and quietly walked towards her room, but as i neared her door i heard crying coming from the other side, so i walked a little faster towards her room and grasped the handle and began to twist. As i was turning the handle it started to feel like it had the consistency of water. I started to hear something from beyond the door coming closer and closer until I could hear breathing on the other side then it stopped I heard nothing and so I put my ear up to the door and heard nothing. I was curious of what was on the other side and so I grasped the no longer flimsy handle again and began to turn it in a counterclockwise motion but before I could get it open (BANG!, BANG!, BANG!). My heart pounded in my chest faster than a cheetah on speed, but before I could say "who's there?" The door creaked, popped, and snapped free of it's metal hinges breaking open in a splintered cross formation revealing my sisters room, only it  was filled completely with water. I saw my sister float by and I tried to grab her, missed, and fell into the gateway of water. I looked around and saw nothing, only emptiness, the room was gone, I was alone in the wet nothingness. I'd thought of swimming up to take a breath, so I
started to ascend to the surface but something grabbed my leg and started pulling me back down, enshrouding me in darkness again. I began struggling to go up but it only made me go down faster, whatever was pulling me down was not going to leave that easily. I started to swim up with the utmost strength that I could, and once again saw the sunlight flashing harmoniously through the waves that were calmly flowing up above. I finally surfaced and tried to look for land, but water was all I could see, then in one headlong motion I was pulled under once more, this time I got a glimpse of who was attempting to haul my body down to their wicked feasting chambers and i-i-it was my... my mother.)
I woke to my sister thankfully asleep on my chest. She was so quiet, so peaceful, she looked younger then her 17 year old self. Life had screwed us all over, the scary thing is both my father and my sister we're upset right now but I-I felt nothing. I don't know if it was the shock, or the fact that it happened a couple months ago, but all I know is that I needed to try to feel something emotional.
My sister woke up not long after I did, she slowly came to. The last thing that she did was open her eyes. What she was expecting to see and the shock of what she got was reflected in her expression. She was looking at me as if she was scared of what she saw, I didn't understand, she was normally silent to everyone else, she would tell me everything. I was going to ask her what was wrong but the words never came to lips, I turned my head to look at my dresser mirror that was adjacent to the foot of my bed, but what I saw or rather didn't see ended up scaring me too.