Hannah quickly turned the corner and ran down the alley, the ice cold rain
falling on her face. She looked to the right, and to the left, but she
couldn't see anything. Suddenly, from the end of the alley, she heard
sobbing. She quickly ran forward, and then she stopped. So did the sobbing.
Suddenly, she heard the sobbing again.
"Rosie?" she cried into the blackness.
"Hannah? Is that you?" came a weak voice from the end of the alley.
Hannah ran forward to find her sister laying face down in the mud. They were in the darkest corner of the alley.
"Yes, Rosie it's me, Hannah."
"Oh, Hannah! I think I'm dying."
"NO! Rosie, don't say such things."
"But Hannah, it's true."
Those were the last words Rosie said before she died.
"NO! ROSIE! NO!"
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Hannah woke up, sweat running down her face. Her twin sister, Rosie, was sitting on the bed next to her. Hannah sat up, and grabbed her sister into the tightest hug possible.
"Hannah? Can you please let go of me?" Rosie choked, in reply.
"Oh Rosie! You're okay!"
"Of course I'm okay."
"But.in my dream.you were dying. I don't understand."
"Don't worry, Hannah. Come, let's get you something to drink."
"Thank You, Rosie. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Oh, Hannah. I'll always be with you. Don't say such things. You stay here, I'll just run to the kitchen and get some water for you."
"Thank you, Rosie."
As Rosie walked out of the room, Hannah looked out the window, which was behind her bed. The sun was just starting to peek over the mountains, which were on the other side of the town where they lived. She and Rosie had always dreamed of climbing them. Her parents had promised them that they would be able to, as soon as they turned sixteen. But, her parents had long been gone. Ever since the girls were ten, they had been left in the orphanage. Their sixteenth birthday had come and gone; the girls were now in their early thirties, and still, they had not climbed the mountain.
Rosie came back in, and saw Hannah looking out the window. As if reading Hannah's mind, she said, "Do you think we'll ever get to climb the mountain?"
"I don't know, we've been climbing a different kind of mountain lately, and it hasn't been all that great."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. We haven't been having that great of a journey through our life. I guess the tough stuff just comes with life."
"Not everything was always bad. Our seven years at Hogwarts, for example."
"Say what you will, I don't think I totally agree with you on that."
"What do you mean? We had it great there. We had a 'family'."
"I remember everything that ever happened at the school, even if you don't. Let me tell you the story through my eyes and then maybe you can tell it through yours. You are right though. We did have a family there. They just weren't there for me the way they were there for you. I guess I just felt left out in those days. It's like they were picking you over me, and you were picking them over me."
"But.I wasn't. I.I never knew you felt that way. If you had just told me-"
"Shh, Hannah. Let me tell you my story."
"Rosie?" she cried into the blackness.
"Hannah? Is that you?" came a weak voice from the end of the alley.
Hannah ran forward to find her sister laying face down in the mud. They were in the darkest corner of the alley.
"Yes, Rosie it's me, Hannah."
"Oh, Hannah! I think I'm dying."
"NO! Rosie, don't say such things."
"But Hannah, it's true."
Those were the last words Rosie said before she died.
"NO! ROSIE! NO!"
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Hannah woke up, sweat running down her face. Her twin sister, Rosie, was sitting on the bed next to her. Hannah sat up, and grabbed her sister into the tightest hug possible.
"Hannah? Can you please let go of me?" Rosie choked, in reply.
"Oh Rosie! You're okay!"
"Of course I'm okay."
"But.in my dream.you were dying. I don't understand."
"Don't worry, Hannah. Come, let's get you something to drink."
"Thank You, Rosie. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Oh, Hannah. I'll always be with you. Don't say such things. You stay here, I'll just run to the kitchen and get some water for you."
"Thank you, Rosie."
As Rosie walked out of the room, Hannah looked out the window, which was behind her bed. The sun was just starting to peek over the mountains, which were on the other side of the town where they lived. She and Rosie had always dreamed of climbing them. Her parents had promised them that they would be able to, as soon as they turned sixteen. But, her parents had long been gone. Ever since the girls were ten, they had been left in the orphanage. Their sixteenth birthday had come and gone; the girls were now in their early thirties, and still, they had not climbed the mountain.
Rosie came back in, and saw Hannah looking out the window. As if reading Hannah's mind, she said, "Do you think we'll ever get to climb the mountain?"
"I don't know, we've been climbing a different kind of mountain lately, and it hasn't been all that great."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. We haven't been having that great of a journey through our life. I guess the tough stuff just comes with life."
"Not everything was always bad. Our seven years at Hogwarts, for example."
"Say what you will, I don't think I totally agree with you on that."
"What do you mean? We had it great there. We had a 'family'."
"I remember everything that ever happened at the school, even if you don't. Let me tell you the story through my eyes and then maybe you can tell it through yours. You are right though. We did have a family there. They just weren't there for me the way they were there for you. I guess I just felt left out in those days. It's like they were picking you over me, and you were picking them over me."
"But.I wasn't. I.I never knew you felt that way. If you had just told me-"
"Shh, Hannah. Let me tell you my story."