Olivia DeLaGarza

30

*4 years later*

March 11, 2018. A day that will be in my memory for the rest of eternity. The day I turned on the T.V. To find my sisters face appear on the news with the title being "famous pop sensation Demi Lovato in critical condition after a terrible car incident."

As soon as I read the words on the screen I stumbled back a few steps. The coffee table breaking my fall. I started crying as I sat down on my old dirty brown couch that I've had ever since I've moved in here when I was 14.

I laid on my back gasping for air staring at the ceiling. My shaky hands trembling while i wipe away the remaining tears upon my face.

My sister probably on her death bed and I can't possibly see her. You might be wondering why I can't just use a tricky little spell from an old spell book in the dusty attic. Well the answer to that question is simple. After the night my own family almost killed me I vowed to never use magic again, in fear of the consequences.

I also can not just call up my now aging parents and siblings and ask for the details. I have to do what I've always done and stay put in this tiny home like I have been for years.

I work at a nifty little bookstore at the end of 5th street. It's lined with dusty books from top to bottom waiting for someone to grasp it and read its eternal words. I guess you could say books are my thing now. The words seem to stick with me and whenever a sticky situation comes up I'll remind myself of a poem or quote in a book.

Kind of like now. My whole world is crashing down right in front of my eyes and it's like I'm helping tear it down.

Memories of me and my sister came flooding into my memory. My big sister Demi. My hero since I could remember. The hardest part of leaving was leaving her.

I knew that it was wrong to tell her my plans. She would try and stop me and blame herself for not trying hard enough when I did leave.

It was selfish enough of me leaving I could never, possibly be any more.
Now that I'm 18 I realize that my decision was the right one. I knew what I had to do and I did it. I regret nothing.

I try and pick myself back up. I grasp onto the arm chair of the couch with all my strength and pulled myself up. It didn't work as well as I imagined. I fell back to the floor and sobbed uncontrollably. Completely shattered on the floor. I let more sobs come out of my mouth before my mind was made up. I left Demi years ago. I can live without her again.

I automatically stopped crying. Wiped my eyes. Stood up. Got ready. Left for work. And that's it. Demi will be ok. This family's got a thing for dying but you can bet your big bucks they'll come back.

Just then I heard a news woman come on the TV as I was walking out the door. "Update. Pop sensation Demi Lovato just passed away. Such a tragedy."

I heard it and it's like I didn't even hear it. I let one single tear shed as I walked out of the door. I got in my car put on my sunglasses and left. Death. It's what our family does best.