Novel & Cerita My Dead Sister

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.

No, no, no. The girl I saw with Nathaniel in the garden. As realization dawned along with acceptance, so did new terror. The guy—the guy I saw with them. Was he okay? Was he already dead? Lost in my thoughts and horrified to my bones, I forgot there was a woman who had never seen such a thing before. “Stacy, Stacy, look at me.” I spoke slowly. “It’s alright, it’s going to be okay.” “M-m-my sister is dead.” She stammered, staring at the bed like she saw a ghost.

"And what happened? What happened?! Those monsters, they saw her weak and dizzy, thinking she couldn't fight back! So, they… they…" The words choked me. My chest heaved, sobs clawing their way out as tears poured down faster. "They took turns on her, over and over… in that freezing van in Deadman's Hollow. And my sister… she died with her eyes wide open. "She couldn't understand! She gave them her food, her medicine, her warmth—everything! And… they still did that to her! Why? Why?!" My head shot up as my eyes locked on Alex, bloodshot and wild.

One woman was crying so hard, they were almost like screams as she rocked back and forth on her knees, with another woman sat beside her, her arms wrapped around the crying woman as she tried to console her. Nora put her hand on my shoulder. “That lady… her sister died last night, it was only the two of them. Their parents died some time ago.” My eyes went blurry with unshed tears, my stomach felt queasy and my legs wobbled. “How did she die? And what of the others they’re burying?” I whispered out in shock. “Some of them from old age, some of them from starvation. The sister died from a fever, but she was already so skinny and withdrawn, there was no way she’d be able to fight it”

Dylan stepped back to take a good look at Henry and try to process what he was saying “It’s not her… I don’t know. I’m not sure, my sister died two years ago Dylan and she was buried right in front of me” Henry said and Dylan opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t. “It can’t be possible; this isn’t the freaking walking dead. It’s either your sister is a zombie and which the girl I saw yesterday didn’t look pretty dead to me then something is cloaking itself with your sister’s appearance” Dylan explained “Can you remember what she looked like?” Henry asked

I don't know if I should shout, cry, scream, pull my hair out, or just calmly mourn. My heart shreds as I think of how cruel Caleb King is to do this to a little girl. The box contains a body, with no head. The body is non-other than that of my younger sister, Lila. I can recognize my sister's body anywhere. Even though there's no head in the box, I know it's Lila's body. The shape, the size, and even the clothes make me know that it's truly Lila. My sister is dead. The only family I have is gone. She was killed by the same man who was the reason for my mum and dad's death.

Feeling the coldness, Kate knew she unconsciously said the word her younger sister doesn't want to hear. Still holding the doorknob Zitrey looked back at her sister. Her eyes were covered in a cloud of darkness. “Don't mention that name again.” Kate staring at her unemotional coldly eyes, felt that her heart squeezing terribly. It's horribly painful and sad, but her lips still managed to curved upward. “Sorry, it suddenly slips out. I just miss my cute little sister.” Zitrey who opened the door, nonchalantly said, “She's dead... I'm going.”

“Behave, and we’ll have no problem. But even if you hide your woman, don’t forget your sister is right beside me. I can do whatever I want with her.” My brows went up. My sister? I scoffed What the hell was he saying? Not this time. He couldn’t trick me again. My sister was long dead, they all died in that fire. Only I made it out. Nina was just three months old. There was no way she survived that. “I’m not falling for that again,” I said, standing and stepping away from the others, my voice cold and low. “She’s dead. You’re lying.” “Silly boy…”

My body was packed up and taken away in a car. On the way, the squad leader, Captain Carter, drove while talking to Dad, "The murderer’s methods are very similar to Selene’s case years ago." Selene was my older sister. Back then, I had begged her to take me out to buy figurines and we encountered kidnappers on the way. She fought them to save me. She told me to get the police. When I returned, she had already been burned to death. It was exactly how I also just died.

My sister went missing for six years, and no one saw her alive or found her body. In the hearts of my parents, she had long been considered dead. They erected a tombstone for her and designated the day she disappeared as her death anniversary. I was only allowed to return home on that day, so I could kneel before her grave to apologize. Last year, I suddenly fainted on my way to the train station. A passerby took me to the hospital, causing me to miss my train home.