Losing Her In The Trees

"Scarlet!" my mother screamed "are they here?" I could barely get the word out "yes." I walked into my little sister's room and it smelled like her cheap strawberry perfume, her notebook was on her bed and I opened it up and saw silly drawings of dragons and trees.
I made my way to her desk, her colorful pens all over her desk, next to her purple lava lamp, silly girl, we will find you. I thought to myself. I told myself just to breathe. As I walked out of her room, I looked at my reflection, my baggy eyes, my pale skin and my brown hair falling down on my shoulders. I don't know if I need coffee or vodka to get through this.
She's been missing for so long. I forgot how to breathe. (WORK AND EDITING IN PROGRESS)