Sister Of a Gem
It has been 5 years since my sister passed away. I was 15. I remember it like it was yesterday.
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"Hurry up," My mom yelled "Your prom date will be here any minute."
It was Anita's senior prom night. Ryan Whitebun was her date. My mom was rushing her to come down before he arrived. My sister came down in the most prettiest dress ever. It was a white and pink sleevless dress, with a silver strap in the middle. Her heair was curly and glowing. I remeber it so wel because it was the last time she had looked so beautiful- and happy.
"Anita, you look georgeous," I smiled and said
" Thanks Tina."
The doorbell rang. Mom opened it. It was Ryan. He was weaing a balck and white suite. He said hi to us, and then left with Anita. Little did we know, it was the last time we would see her like this
It was about 1:00 AM when the doorbell rang. I was sleeping in my room, but the bell had woke me up. I could hear everything.
" Where is you daughter? Your older daughter?," The man asked. He had a deep voice. I wanted to know who he was
" She is at the prom. Anything wrong officer?" OFFICER! IT WAS THE POLICE! Their had to be some mistunderstanding. My sister was not a bad person. I thought mom would just tell him and he would leave, but I was wrong. I creeped behind the stairs, hiding, and watching what was going on. The officer pulled out a small, gold necklace. I recongnized the necklace. So did mom. It was Anita's. She got it from Mom and Dad when she turned 16.
" Its Anita's! My daughters! Where did you get it from?" My mom looked scared as she ever had been.
" We need you to come identify a body," The officer said. " Your daughter may have been died"
" Mom gasped. I hid my scream. Mom went upstairs to get her purse, and saw me.
"Take me with you," I pleaded
" Stay home. Let me go. Anita can't be dead! She'll be home any minute! Stay home!" It sounded as she was trying to encourage herself. She ran downstairs and closed the door behind her. It was 10:00 AM in the morning when she came home.
" Anita is with you right?," I asked hopefully. I saw a tear run down her cheeck.
"Anita is dead."
I wanted to ask how, But i couldn't gather the courage. Mom knew what was running through my mind
" She was leaving, and a truck hit her."
I gasped. Anita was young, and beautiful. She was my role model. I couldn't believe i had lost my gem, my sister.
My dad was on a buissness trip. Mom called him, and he arrived the next day.
" Its okay," he assured us. "Whatever happened, happened for a reason"
I knew he wanted to cry, but he couldn't. He had to keep us strong
We held the funeral 2 days later at the graveyard few blocks down. He body lies next to my great-grandmother's.
5 years later, I am standing on that very spot. I'm 20 now. Because of what happened to my sister, I was afraid to go to my Senior prom 2 years ago. But I know she's in a better place, looking down at me. That is all that matters.
Edited by Sweetu.Baby - 14 years ago
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