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Forever Gone

I've heard some scary sounds in my life- the scream of my sister, the shot of the gun that stole my father's life, The screech of car breaks as I was knocked to the ground- but none as terrifying as that which I heard now. No, you have never felt true fear if you have never heard undisturbed silence. For that is what I heard then. You may think that you've heard silence, but there is always something. The rustle of sheets in the dead of night, or the turning pages of a good book. I heard nothing of the sort. It pressed against my eardrums as if I were at the bottom of the ocean instead of in a small stone celler. I leaned against the wall, letting the darkness engulf me. Then, the first sound shattered the quiet. Footsteps. I stood, quivering with fear. The celler was bathed with a gentle, flickering light, and my mother stepped inside holding a candle. Her face was matted with dirt, save for the many muddy tracks paved clearly through the grime. There were tears in her eyes.

"Katherine?" I asked in terror more extreme then that that had gripped me in the silence.

"Gone," my mother whispered, as if if she spoke quietly enough, she could reverse the inevitable. Gone. I formed the word in my overly dry lips, but did not speak it. Instead I repeated the only word I could.

"Katherine. Katherine. Katherine." I tried to draw comfort from the only word left sparingly to me. But my younger sister's name could give me nothing. Nothing to what the real person could. No one could cheer me up. No one but the small child that could see happiness in any and every situation. The small child who had been forced to leave this world long before her time. Without that beloved child, all was lost. It was pain beyond imagination, what I felt. Almost unbearable, losing that someone whom I knew so well. She would never come back, I forced myself to think. There was a twinge of regret in the pit of my stomach, as I remembered in horrible detail, all the times I had teased her. And how she'd endured it so well. Neither me or my mother spoke for the longest time. Or possibly just a matter of minutes. I didn't know and I didn't care. My life surely couldn't continue with the absence of Katherine from it. I couldn't stand it any longer. Though I'd sworn to myself that I wouldn't, I cried. My mother saw the salty water streaming slowly down my cheeks and embraced me. I hugged her back and we shared our grief in the tears that we shead together. In each other's arms, we tried to suppress the feeling of loss that consumed our every muscle and bone. She sobbed into my shoulder, and I squeezed her harder, unable to believe that my sister was.... But I could not say it. I could not think it. My mother reacted to the pressure I offered and hugged me tighter. Though I thought it impossible, eventually, we both drifted into an uneasy sleep.

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