A/N: Just written, fresh from the keyboard. Lucy x Molly.
Disclaimer: I think we have cleared this thing well enough.
# 76 - Who?
I lean against the rough surface of the brick wall, supporting myself from falling over. My fingers try desperately to tighten around the projections of it, but it seems I can find nothing to hold onto.
For just this time, the world does not spin. But I hear strange sounds, that I'm pretty sure are all creations of my imagination, and the floor greedily drags me down to it.
My cheek is burning against the cold wall. Burning in a way that is way past any form of physical pain a human can feel. It has crawled inside the nerves possessed by my brain and right through my whole body, finding my soul and making a loud crack in the center of it. Her hand flew effortlessly on my face. Like she couldn't have any second thoughts, any regrets. And although I'm positive that she had none, it's still hard to admit it, even to myself.
Because your sister is the person you've known the best all your life, and the one that knows you more too. There's a connection that is not to be explained in simple things like words. It's all the crazy and sad and scary and happy moments. The oldest memory you've ever had.
And in an instant, that's all changed.
The sounds in my head are coming closer, getting clearer, and I have no other option but slide down the wall to the floor for the burden they carry. They obtain tone and identity as they become more words than sounds. Words that once clearly formed are unable to leave me in peace, ringing and pulsing and echoing inside me.
Words that make me understand that someone can surprise you in the most horrible way.
That I mean nothing to my sister.
That I don't even know who she is anymore.
A/N: Bit short, yeah, did it capture the feeling?