Novel & Cerita My Sister Died Suddenly

By the mention of that one word my heart slammed against my rib cage. “Luna, Luna—“ screw this. “Stacy!” I yelled. Her head snapped up and her frightened eyes met mine. “What is the problem?” I demanded one last time. “Talk to me!” “My sister is dead.” The words came out fast and joined. It would have missed the ears, but I caught on and with it came dread. “Are you sure?” I asked even knowing there was no way she would run out screaming like a deranged woman if it wasn’t true.

My sister had always told me that she'd wait until I get a good job after I graduate and the family had stable finances before she would consider retiring, only for her to commit suicide by jumping off a building. I called my sister the day before she died, and she was saying that her business was doing well, and she could afford me a new laptop. I still remember how happy she smiled over the video call as she bragged about the month's income. After learning that my sister committed suicide from depression, my parents—one who was bedridden with illness and the other paraplegic—both took their own lives by taking farm grade pesticides. Since then, I was alone in this world, having no one else

"For not trying to fix me. For not telling me it'll all be okay or that everything happens for a reason." His arms tighten around me. "Those things people say... they don't help, do they?" "No. They make it worse." I pull back to look at him. "How do you know that?" "My sister went through something similar. Different circumstances, but... people always want to find the silver lining. Sometimes there isn't one." I study his face, seeing him clearly for maybe the first time. "You're not what I expected." "What did you expect?" "Someone who would run the other direction when things got complicated."

I will never forget how my life changed after my sister left. At the start, they kept me from school before sending me to work at a construction site. When I came back, they made me eat scraps meant for the dog at the doorstep. I cried as I ate, feeling nothing but grievance in my heart. "Does it hurt?” Mom had taunted. “But did you suffer as much as your sister did? She was burned alive in that fire! She was only 19, and in the prime of her life!" Dad was standing beside her, equally furious. "Scott, if you hadn’t insisted on going out to buy figurines, your sister wouldn’t have died. I wish it was you who had died back then!"

I think I became overwhelmed with everything that had happened, and passed out. True to the doctor's words. My sister was pronounced brain dead a few days later. I had become a shell of myself. I dropped out of school, and stayed home for the next few months. I couldn't even manage to get myself out of bed. When she died, it felt like a part of me had died with her. My life was never the same again.

It's been only seven hours, and I already miss this woman. "Yeah," she chuckles and stops, "My parents….did they ask about me?" "No, I haven't seen them yet, but I might see them at Faye's funeral today..." I said. A few seconds after I said that, there was a sudden silence. I knew she was still sad, and the sudden death of her sister had shocked her. I heard her soft sniffle in the line, so I said, "Please don't cry... it's not your fault,"

“When we started resuscitation, her pupils were already dilated… she had no signs of life.” My father’s smile froze on his face, while my mother’s hands flew to her mouth, trembling. The doctor handed them a piece of paper—my death certificate. “I’m sorry, but Miss Alice passed away due to prolonged cardiac arrest. We were unable to save her.”

“You seemed to be doing just fine.” She narrowed her eyes at him, half amused and half annoyed. “Unbelievable.” He let out another soft chuckle. “You’re cute. You remind me of my sister.” Rhea tilted her head slightly. “You have a sister?” “I used to,” He said, his voice lowering with a quiet tenderness. “She passed away five years ago. Cancer.” The lightness in Rhea’s expression faded, replaced by genuine sympathy. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

She frowned. "I didn't know you have a sister." "Had. She's dead. I bought this place for her on her birthday but she died a few months later." "Was she in an accident?" "Cervical cancer. I guess she just got tired of fighting and didn't want half a life." Stefan smiled ruefully as he spoke. "She always wanted her own kids—lots of them." "That's very sad. I'm so sorry Stefan." "It's okay, I have fun memories of her to last me a life time."

The guests' murmurs crashed over me like a tidal wave. "I knew it! A leopard can't change its spots. The jinx of the Sullivan family is pure evil. Not only did she get her own biological brother killed, but she's now trying to steal her adopted brother's protective charm to get him killed too. Clearly, she wants to wipe out the Sullivans so she can hoard all of her family's inheritance for herself." "I heard the eldest son of the Sullivan family, who died, was incredibly close to her. What an idiot, letting himself be killed by the sister he doted on the most."