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Disaster
I was trying on different dresses, getting ready for the biggest night in my life. If I made a good impression on the most popular girls at school, maybe they would accept me in their social circle. I was throwing the biggest party the school had ever seen at my place. My parents were away for the weekend, giving me the perfect time to throw the party and clean up the mess before they came back. The only problem that remained was my six-year-old sister. That brat kept threatening me that she would tell our parents if I did not abide by her wishes. The wish was that she wanted to be included in the party. Fine with me, she has all the right to get bored to death at a senior party if she wants to.
“Ray! How do I look?” my sister, Cherie, came bouncing into my bedroom wearing a pink dress.
“Great.” I replied, not even bothering to look at her.
“Really? You really think so?” she responded, twirling and admiring herself in the mirror.
“Do you mind? I am trying to get dressed!” I snapped at her. That twit was really getting on my nerves.
“I’m sorry.” She replied meekly and toddled out of the room.
Later that evening when the party was in full swing, and I was having a great time, I felt a gentle tug on my dress. I looked down to see my sister staring at me, her big eyes wide and innocent imploring for help. “Ray, the big boys are teasing me. Tell them to stop.” Her eyes were brimming with tears and her face looked troubled. I was in no mood to listen to a child’s troubles. I shook her angrily; her brown curls flew around her face.
“Go away! Can’t you see I am busy?” I screeched. Her lower lip quivered and her whole body trembled. She walked away.
Around two hours later, when the party was almost over and people were leaving, I heard a scream from downstairs.
I ran down and saw a group of rowdy boys, and some girls huddled around something at the foot of the stairs. They all stopped talking and looked at me guiltily. One of the boys stepped ahead and spoke, “It was an accident. Trust me! We were chasing her and she ran towards the stairs, slipped, and fell. I am so very sorry. It wasn’t our fault!” I ran forward and pushed them away, and saw a body in a wrinkled pink frock. “Cherie!” I cried and fell on my knees.
I was speechless at the sight. She stared back at me, her large grey eyes once so alive with life, now looked so lifeless. Her face frozen in grimace, no sign of that serenity that is believed to be on your features once you pass away.
I closed my eyes and shuddered. Why would anyone have done such a terrible thing? Why would anyone have wanted to take the life of such an innocent young girl? I gathered her in my arms.
I could feel tears welling in my eyes. I wanted to cry my heart out and scream at the world and be able to blame somebody, but I couldn’t. I could only blame myself. I could only blame my own selfishness. This would have never happened if I had thought about her instead of myself. I placed my hand on her pale, soft cheek and pushed her damp hair away from her face. Her eyes gazed at me accusingly. I wailed and the pain in my voice echoed in the darkness of the night.
My beautiful sister, dead.
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