Evidently

"And then I woke up"

I opened the box and immediately froze up. "There's no way this could be here." Inside the box was my sisters favorite ring. On my eighteenth birthday, she gave me a yin and yang ring that connected to another ring once they were pieced together. I got the black half and she, the white half. I never took it off because I knew how much our bond meant to her. One vivid memory I can recall is her being buried with it. The coroner handed me her ring but I insisted he put it back on her finger. After arguing with my mom for a while, she finally let me get my way. I watched as he placed the ring onto her lifeless hand. It broke my heart to see it. The last time she put on the ring, there was color in her cheeks. Happiness in her smile. Now, she's lifeless. Pale and straight faced.

-Present Day-

I walked inside and locked the door. I put the box in my bag and the ring on my other middle finger. The clock sitting above the kitchen doorway read "4:27pm". My brother should be home right now. Swiping through my contacts, I find him and give him a call. First call, nothing. Second call, nothing. Third call, an answer. "Hello?" Aueren picks up sounding confused. 

"Hey, where are you?"

"Uh... at a friends house."

"You're tagging again aren't you?"

"No....."

"Aueren, if you get arrested at fifteen years old, you could be sent to prison." I say blankly

"W-what are you talking about?" He spoke nervously.

"Bruh, I know you're tagging again. Get your ass home before I tell mom."

"Farah! Don't be such a b-"

*Click*

Oh little brother. I chuckle and went to my room. I'm usually a clean person but ever since I lost my sister, small changes began to arise. I'm not as tidy, my showers are every other day instead of every day. I dropped out of my first semester of college. My mom wants me to apply for college again once the next semester starts. I told her I'm not smart enough and she began to lecture me about confidence and self love. I admire my mom. She's the most patient person I know. 

I lay on my bed and stare at the ceiling. My eyelids grow heavy so little by little, they shut. I saw her face. She was in her room. I could see though the window of her apartment. "I can't do this anymore..." Her voice was soft and her eyes stayed on the floor. A man approached her with a sinister look on his face. "Did you forget our little deal, my darling?" He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. At this point, I had seen enough. It was time for me to save my sister. 

As soon as I tried to move, it was like I was glued to the floor. My legs felt heavy and my sister continued to get further and further away from me. "Elora!" I screamed but it was like she didn't hear a thing. I watched I fear how this man bullied her. He belittled her until she was forced into submission. "Good girl" the mystery man coos in her ear. A silent cheek falls down her face as she looks towards the window. Does she see me? "Elora please!" I screamed again, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. This time, I wave my arms violently in the air. She was looking out the window. Why can't she see me? Why can't I save her?

"I'm here." She called out finally.

"It's okay. I'm here." A familiar voice called out. 

I frowned as my sisters face slowly faded. My nightmare had ended and then I woke up. My moms concerned face was the first thing I saw when my eyes fluttered open. I sat up in bed and rubbed the tiredness from my eyes. "Bad dreams again?" My mother said as she fixed the frizziness of my hair. "It's nothing to worry about. They'll pass eventually." I shrug it off and lean to the side, reaching for the glass of water that stood on my nightstand since the night before. "I hate seeing you like this..." she looks around my semi-dirty room and frowns. "Mom, I know you probably moved on, but I'm not ready okay?"