My Sister Fell Through The Ceiling Novels & Stories

I fell asleep too. That is until I got pushed out of her bed. My first thought was ‘that bitch’ as I lay on the wooden floor. But I could hear Caren in the bathroom struggling to breathe, and I immediately felt guilty. She then ran downstairs. I jumped up and ran after her. “Mom” I screamed as I followed my sister, who ran outside. Her whole body was shaking. Mom is beside me in a few seconds. “Car...” is all she gets to say before Caren’s body flies up into the sky.

"Eliza, I went to Tenezia specifically to get a blessed pendant for you as protection. It's worth several hundred thousand dollars, and I got two, one for each of us." I jerked awake when I heard the familiar voice. When my younger sister, Denise, placed the pendant in my hand, I realized I had been reborn. I immediately touched my belly, and I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

Why were the portraits of Dad's PhD, Mum's graduation and Krystal on his first birthday party lying on the floor? Luc's cries were increasing in tempo and they were coming from her bedroom. I ran into the kitchen to grab a knife when I heard someone running out from the hallway. I turned to see Joseph wearing a ripped shirt, bleeding from a cut on his cheek and running out in panic like he was being chased by a tiger. "Joseph!" I rushed after him as he dashed through the doors and flew over the steps. "What is going on?" "Your sister is crazy!" He yelled over his shoulder and he rushed down the road and out of sight.

JULIAN The world tilted on its axis the moment Celeste walked out the door, and I felt the floor rush up to meet me before I could even process that I was falling. When I opened my eyes, the ceiling was white and sterile and the smell of antiseptic burned my nostrils. My sister, Riley was hovering over me with tears streaming down her face while my mother stood by the window with her arms crossed, her expression so tight it looked like her face might crack from the pressure of holding in everything she wanted to say.

Once upon a time, there lived an Alpha who found his Mate and they happily lived ever after. Well, not even close. A series of mishaps followed as if scripted for a tragicomedy. The ceiling of my room was peculiar, in texture. Old oak wood, neither visibly aged nor new neither dry nor damp, just weird. I did my usual ritual and stared at it for a good twenty minutes, contemplating the choices that led me to this very moment. My door swung open abruptly, and I instinctively flinched. Of course, it was my sister Inana. Sisters, right?

The sight of it transported me back to a night long ago, a memory I had buried deep but could never fully escape. I was young, no more than eight, and it had been a night the day that a mysterious event happened to me, the rain pounding against the roof and thunder cracking through the sky. Elena, my little sister, had fallen while we were playing, and I hadn’t even noticed. My mother’s fury had been swift and unyielding. “You didn’t even see your sister fall? Go to your room and think about what you did!” she yelled, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and disappointment. She had slammed my door, the sound punctuating her words.

Gently I opened the door. “Rain!” silence. I walked straight to her room. That idiot was there. My sister was on the floor. “What did you do?” I said in clenched teeth. And for the first time…He looked afraid. He stood up and shoved me aside, fleeing the house. I rushed to my sister. “ Rain!” My sister lay on the floor crying weakly. Blood pooled beneath her. Her hands clutched her stomach desperately. “Rachel…” she sobbed painfully. I immediately began shaking her uncontrollably.

"You're just the version that got lucky. I spent twenty years in a basement being told I was a 'spare.' I learned your handwriting, your gait, your favorite flavor of tea. I am more you than you are." "Then you should know," I said, stepping forward, "that I never play a game I haven't already rigged." I didn't use the IV pole to hit her. I swung it into the spiderwebbed glass window. The pressurized air of the high-rise office let out a deafening whistle, the vacuum pulling everything toward the New York skyline. My sister screamed, her lighter frame losing its footing. I grabbed the bolted bedframe with one hand and reached for her with the other.

There was no sign of my father, and my sister must have been in her room. Before I could take another step, a loud crash came from upstairs. My heart lurched as I raced up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. Flinging open my sister's door, my wide, terrified eyes scanned the room until they landed on her sleeping figure, a blanket placed over her. A sob escaped me as I cupped my hands over my mouth to muffle the sound and moved further into the room. My gaze landed on the fallen alarm clock on the ground, and I exhaled sharply before bending down to pick up the shattered pieces.

“Her bedroom window is open… and there’s a rope.” I flew into the neighboring bedroom when my mom mentioned the window and the rope. My sister is not the most coordinated person in the world. I couldn’t imagine her attempting to scale down the side of the house. Thankfully, there was not a pile of bones at the end of the rope. Still, she was gone, and we had no idea of knowing where she’d gone. Or did we?”