Well, no one PMed me. :( . So I have to just trust my own instincts with this, but I'm still very uneasy.

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9:37. That's exactly the time when the cop showed up at my door.

It was a normal night at the house- Fiona and I still weren't on speaking terms, so I acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. For everyone else, nothing was. We were all silently doing homework. I was in the armchair, my feet folded on the chair (chris-cross applesauce) and my textbook in my lap.

Then the lights started- the familiar red-and-blue flashes while the sirens wailed. We all looked up- the house was six blocks away from the police station, so the cops passed by the house every once in a while, but we still looked up to watch the cars pass.

This time, though, something was differant.

Instead of racing by, it pulled up the driveway. We all stared at it.

Knock! Knock! Knock! There was a sharp raping sound on the door, and Trudy went to go get it, obviously as confused as the rest of us.

She opened the door and had a quick, inaudible conversation with the person on the other side.

Then she turned to us. "Patricia?" Trudy said. She didn't seem confused anymore.

I stood up, feeling everyone's eyes on me. Why do they need me? I wondered. My feet carried me across the room and out the door.

There was one officer: an African-American woman that seemed about thirty-something.

"Patricia Williamson," said the woman, "I am Officer Smith."

"I have bad news." Officer Smith said. Her voice was plain and strict. "Your sister, Fiona, died tonight. She was preforming a DUI. In case you are unaware, DUI means driving under the influence. Our records show that Fiona has been out of rehab for three years. Why she decided to drink suddenly is still a mystery."

"Fiona's... dead?" My voice had a clear note to it: Are you sure? I didn't feel anything, though. Nothing.

Officer Smith's face showed signs of sympathy. "I'm sorry."

"Um, anything else?"

"Yes, actually. We would appreciate it if you called your parents. A familiar voice would be easier to hear it from. Good-bye."

Officer Smith turned and left; and so did I.

Everyone stared at me when I came inside. They obviously thought I did something wrong.

Fortunatly, Trudy saved the day. "I'm sorry, dear. Why don't you go upstairs?" I just nodded and went to me and Mara's room.

Trudy obviously thought I was going to cry, and she had been my housemother for three years- she knew better than anybody that I never cried, and I guess twisted the facts around to "I never cry in front of people." I still didn't feel anything- like it hadn't hit yet.

But it had.

And still nothing. Well, I felt a little bad because I didn't feel anything, but other than that? Nope.

There was one thing I still had too do. I got out my phone, in it's silver and black case, and quickly turned it on and pressed the exit button once one of the new message alerts popped up, going to my contact list, and then saw it- the one that read MOM & DAD.

My finger hovered hesitistantly over the Call button, and then finally pressed it.

Mom answered on the second ring. "Hullo, Patricia," She said- her voice was part happy to hear me and part worried that something was wrong.

"Hi, Mom. Um, I have something to tell you."

"Is everything alright?"

I took a deep breath. "No... I have some news. Fiona... she died. Tonight. I just got the news and was told too call you. She... she was drinking again, Mom. And then she crashed, and now she's dead." Why was I explaining this this way? "I'm sorry. Really, I am."

Mom was silent for a second. She didn't know what to say. "I'll be okay, Patricia, in time. At least you weren't with her- I couldn't loose both of you."

That kind of pulled at my heartstrings.

I looked up at the stars and lost myself in thought.

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