I knew this would happen.
Dropping my pencil I call, "Amelie!" Amelie is my little sister; she is 7. I was supposed to be watching her. "Amelie!" I call again, this time my voice sounds shaky. My glasses make the whole room seem way darker. I wish I could just tear them off. If I am not wearing the glasses and the lights come on I could be blind. I instead throw away any thought of taking my glasses off, knowing that it would lead me to danger.
"Remi?"
Amelie! She must be in the hallway somewhere. I remember to recite the path to the hallway in my mind. Confidently, I take a turn to my right.
Bam!
I miss the corner, running nose first into a wall on my right, knocking me off balance. I am stunned for a minute; I lay on the floor staring at the ceiling. My mind wanders off to the yummy food that comes with the Solem Festum, but I let my suspicions lay at the back of my mind focusing on the task before me, finding Amelie.
When I'm ready to keep moving, I lean onto my right leg and stand up, ever so graceful. I stay alert this time, and hope that I won't run into any more walls.
"Amelie! Where are you?"
No answer.
"Amelie?"
The panic in my voice grows and I find myself quivering in thought of losing her. I decide what's best is to keep searching in the darkness. I move my hands to the sides of my skeleton of a body. I take a deep breath, but I find it painful and sharp. "C'mon Remi, you can't lose her," I inform myself. Or hope, I add in my head.
"Rem?"
Turning around as fast as I could, remembering not to hit anything, I scurry towards the noise of my little sister's words.
"Rem?"
This time she seems on the brink of tears. I call out, "I'm here!"
I see a dark shadow coming at me and I find myself clutching a small figure.
"Remi! I found you!"
"Thank god."
Flick! Flick!
The lights come on; I look around and observe; we are in the dining room. I pick her up-easily, because she is way skinny for her age-and place her in one of the chairs.
"Promise me that you will not run off again." It comes out a little more harsh than I would have wanted it to. I imagine the tears balance on her tiny lashes; one dribbles below her glasses making it visible to see. She raises her right hand steadily and sticks out her littlest finger. Amelie says between sobs and giggles, "Pinky swear." Then we both smile.
