Chapter 4
Sister Bonding
"I hate you. I wish I never have to see you again!"
"You can wish all you want, but you will, so get used to it!"
"Doesn't mean I have to like it. I hate you Mom. You'll never understand me!"
The door slammed shut, and the moment my head hit the pillow, everything swirled into a bright white light. It dragged me away, and she was gone-
"No!" I shouted, jolting awake in bed. Not my bed. My bed was gone. Clutching my hair, I had to try my hardest to hold back the tears pricking at the back of my eyes. I said I hated her. I'm never going to see her again. It was all my fault. I noticed my chest getting wet long before I noticed the same for my cheeks. "Never let them see you cry, Kira. Blakes don't cry." But I was alone. Nobody to care but myself.
"Kira? Are you in here? I heard some noises and-"
I snapped my eyes up to the redhead in my doorway. Realizing the state I was in, I tried to wipe my face before she noticed.
"Are you okay? Why are you crying?" she asked, stepping closer.
Shit.
"None of your business Jazz," I snapped, trying to muster some kind of strength in my voice. The crack made it fail horribly though.
"Don't push me away Kira. As bad as you think you're going through, I've seen it all before. It was a bad dream, right?"
"Yeah, just a stupid bad dream. Not worth your time of day," I muttered, standing up and trying to push past her only for her to stop me with a hand to my chest.
"We're family now, you're worth my time of day," she said, pulling me into a very unwanted hug.
"Get… off of me!" I ordered, shaking free of her grasp and stomping back to bed and sitting so I was facing the wall.
"Please, just talk to me," she pleaded, her voice sounding too hurt for comfort. It grated at my nerves, and not in the angry way.
"Jazz, I… I'm sorry," I sighed, pushing back my pride. "I'm just not used to this sort of thing. I never moved as a kid, and I've never been this detached from home. I mean, nothing. No contact, no help, no home. I'm not sure how to deal with it."
"I know it's hard. Danny told me everything. You're going through some serious changes. It's normal to have mixed emotions."
"This isn't just some goddamn normal life milestone Jazz. It's not freaking puberty, I died," I exclaimed, grabbing my head. "It's so wrong, like I nightmare I can't wake up from. I just want to go home."
"Do you have any pictures? Anything?" I shook my head no. "Any good at drawing?"
"Yeah, a bit."
"I'll get you some supplies in the morning, so you can make a picture of your family while they're still fresh in your mind. That way you can always have a something."
"Thank you Jazz."
"Good night Kira."
"Good night."
This time when she wrapped me in a hug, I slowly accepted it. As much as I rejected her the first time, I was craving any physical contact I could get my hands on. We weren't close, but at least we understood each other a bit better. She wanted to help. That's something I could understand more than I needed to.