dear sister |||

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#心理科

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word count: 942

character count: 4,887

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7th - 8th Grade(14-17)

[a/n: i am extremely unsatisfied but i find

not much time or motivation to really go

and rewrite or edit or come up with a

draft two for this- it is highly likely that to

most or a handful of readers that this

started off extremely intriguing, if not then

well would be a simple term to phrase.

still, i take pride in my works so i do hope

people reading this would enjoy ]

“dear sister |||”

Dandelions.

Those were my sister's favourite flowers. They were so beautiful yet so fragile. With just a gust and blow of wind and there it goes off flying.

I had never understood why did my sister like those kind of flowers. I thought that flowers like the commonity of a rose or a lotus suited more to being the kinds of flower she should be liking the most.

I think I understand a little more now.

I rummaged around in my room. I must look ridiculous. Desperately looking for something I had not a clue what about. I knew I had to find something but I was not even aware of the specific details of what I was searching for. My parents look at me with fears deeply hidden and shadowed within their eyes. I am no longer sure. Maybe it might be concern that they looked at me with. Still, I do not know. Was my recent actions really something bizarre? I gave an ironic laugh.

I screamed.

This has been something that had been happening on the norm now. If it were in the past, the people in the house would be frightened and rush over to my room. Now, they just played the deaf ear to my so called tantrums. Not that I cared. I think it was better that they ignored.

I don't like this burden that's weighing all over my entire entity. I don't just not like it but I hate, I detest this feeling. Weighing on my mind, my heart, my soul.

I brought up my hands to cover my ears. Everything around me just felt so deafening. It was like the whole universe was fighting against me, one little poor me. I felt so helpless. I had not a clue how to solve my problems so I threw tantrums as a form of relieving everything. I kept screaming.

Why did my sister leave? She should come back. She's amazing. They say I'm perfect but I know it clearer than anyone else that I am not. My sister is the one that is perfect. I wanted to scream right at their faces that smiled at me, looking at me like some sort of prey. I don't like it.

They say that my sister was dead. I do not believe a single bit of what they said. I shunned their words and the cold hard facts that lied before my eyes. I knew my own blood related sister the best. I could even arrogant pronounce that I knew her better than how and what our parents knew about her. Just relying on my knowledge and instinctual gut feeling, I knew that she was alive. Somewhere, she could just as well be anywhere living well and happy. My sister is the kind of person that hides herself deeply from everyone. Her pride will never allow her to be killed off at the hands of just anyone. That was not just my own thoughts but facts that I know for myself so crystal clearly.

I was not sure how long I screamed for. Or how long did my breakdown last for this time round. I was not even aware when had I started crying. My sobbing and hiccups were irritating. What rights did I have to be crying, I onished myself mockingly. In fact, it should be my sister who should be crying. Yet I knew that she would not even shed a tear over something like this. I envied my sister for that but I did not hate her.

I crumbled, kneeling down on the floor looking rather miserable. Something caught my eye as I sat blankly staring off to space. A picture laying on the floor. Blinking hard, I looked again. I confirmed that I was not dreaming and hallucinating. I wiped my tears and grabbed for the photograph. It appeared old, with all the wrinkles, scratches and markers all over it.

I froze upon realising what the photograph was. It was a picture of my sister. I held back my tears that were gathering in my eyes and threatening to fall. I . This picture and those days. The picture was also pitiful, it was only half of it. The other half had been burned. Burned by my mother. I had never understood why.

I ired my sister since young but I realised our parents had treated her very coldly compared to how warm they treated me. When I was young, I was confused amidst all the chaos. I loved my older sister very much as a child to the point of following her around. Once, I secretly took a picture of her with a camera and printed the picture out. However, when my parents found out what I did, they immediately took away that image I cherished so much.

When I saw my mother burning off the image, I got angry and cried. I had no idea how exactly had I snatched away the photograph from my mother's hands. But the image had been burned off despite my efforts in trying to get it back in one piece. I could not print out another picture anymore since my parents confiscated my mobile devices and barred me from ever crossing paths with my sister.

Like a baby, I just kept crying as I stared at the picture while I held it with much care. I think this must have been one of the worst breakdowns I have experienced.

I really, really miss my sister.

I know I'm being very selfish but I don't want anything else.

I just would like my sister to be with me..