It was the middle of the night when it hit me. I woke up cold and sweaty, shivering. I looked around the room, to make sure I was really awake. The branches outside cast strange shadows on the walls, that usually aren't there. But I ignored it. Everytime I had a nightmare, I would walk down the hallway to Sabrina's room, and crawl into her warm bed, and she'd hug me and tell me it was just a dream, and that she was here. But this time, she wasn't here. Everything was quiet. Images of Ms. Smirt, her pointy nose, and long nails, that hurt so badly when she pinched my leg, knocking on Granny's front door, when she realized there were no adults with us. Sabrina was always the one who took care of the bills that were paid with the money Granny had left us, and signed legal papers. She was the one who had the fake paperwork that stated that we had someone over the age of eighteen living with us. But Sabrina was gone. I didn't want to go back to the foster care system. I couldn't stop seeing Pinnochio, skinny and starving, chained up in the corner of some freak's basement, or Red, trying to survive, when the foster parents wouldn't feed her. Or Puck, when he'd accidentally reveal that he was a fairy to the unsuspecting humans. I was worried about all of them, but most of all, I was worried about myself. Sabrina had always been the one to some up with a plan on how the two of us would escape. Without her, I knew I couldn't pull it off. I wasn't quite fast enough. Or quiet enough. Or smart enough. Or sneaky enough.

After a few stressful minutes of trying to get the thought of foster care out of my head, I decided to give up. I swung my legs over the side of my tall bed, and leaped to the floor. I crept to my door and slowly opened it, careful not to wake anyone up. I tip-toed down the hall until I arrived at the correct door.

"Puck!" I hissed, as I knocked.

I heard a groan come from inside the room. And then footsteps, walking towards the door.

"What do you want? It's like three a.m. Daph." He rubbed his eyes, scratched his head and stared at me, through the crack in the door.

"I need to talk to you." I pushed past him and walked into the bedroom.

The room never failed to amaze me. In place of a ceiling, instead, there was a sky, filled with bright stars. Instead of a carpet, soft green grass covered the floor. There was a stream somewhere inside, I could hear it in the distance. There was a vast assortment of animals, including a kangaroo, panda, and a crocodile, which must have been a new addition. I looked past his bed and at the tall hills, that sat behind it, the room seemed to go on for miles.

"Daphne, if you keep your mouth open like that, you're going to attract flies." The boy joked, walking towards me.

"You are not one to talk about attracting flies." I shot back, laughing at the boys poor personal hygiene.

"Hey! I shower almost every day."

I gave him a look.

"Almost every day."

In those few moments,and for the first time in days, everything felt normal, normal enough that I almost forgot that Sabrina was gone.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Puck said, and it all came flooding back.

"Oh," I cleared my throat. "Yeah!"

He looked at me, as if he was waiting for me to continue.

"Puck, do you want to go into the foster-care system?" I asked. "Because we don't have an adult living with us, or the paperwork that says we do."

"Daphne, legally, I'll be eighteen in two weeks. And besides, I can take care of myself. I did it for four thousand years." I watched him crawl back into bed and roll over, so he wasn't facing me.

"Okay… but the rest of us won't be eighteen in two weeks." I said, getting mad. "We need Sabrina to come home, and give us the paperwork."

"We can wait another two weeks, marshmallow. Chill out." He yawned.

Why did no one care about bringing my sister home?
"I thought you loved her. Why can't you at least try to seem like you want her to come back."

I immediately wanted to take back the words when I saw his face. But the hurt look quickly faded, and was replaced with anger.

"Daphne, I know you miss your sister. And I know it's hard for you, that Sabrina left, but don't come in my room and accuse me of not loving that girl. I've done so much for her. She runs off all the time, and I'm always the one to chase after her and bring her back. She hurts herself? I'm the one that's there, caring for her. When she does something dumb, I cover for her. I love her. But I can't keep going after her like this." His face softened. "If she wanted to be here, she wouldn't have left, Daph. I'm trying to let go, and just for a little while, you need to let go too."
Now, it was my turn to be angry.

"If you loved her, you'd want to bring her home. You'd find a way, Puck. You don't love her, and you never did." I screamed at him, before spinning around and stomping towards the door.

I had never screamed at him before. Other than silly pranks, I had never even been mad at him. He had never given me a reason, but this, acting like he didn't care if Sabrina came home, made me more angry than I had been at anyone in my life. He was supposed to try and take care of her. They were supposed to be happy together, like they used to. They were supposed to get married. He was supposed to be her happily ever after.

"Red, I'm telling you, in all honesty. Puck doesn't care about my sister." I told her.

We were sitting on her bed, the next day. Puck hadn't left his room all day. I didn't know where Pinnochio was.

"I'm sure he does love her." Red said. "He's just grieving right now."
"Grieving people are supposed to want to bring back the person they miss. But he doesn't miss her!" I felt myself starting to cry. "He's probably glad she left. He never loved her. It was all fake."

"Don't say that."

"I can say it if it's true."

"Well, Daphne, If it's ok to say what's true, then I'm saying, you're overreacting right now and being selfish. Let Puck deal with this how he needs to."
Red had never said anything like that to me. I scooted away from her. I wasn't overreacting.

"You don't know what I'm going through." I told her, standing up to go back to my room, so I could cry in peace.

"I lost my entire family! I think I might know." She shouted back. "You act like you're the only one who's going through anything, Daphne! We all miss her, but we're letting her make her own choices. Don't you hate it when people try to control you? Sabrina is more than old enough to make her own decisions. You're acting like you can't do anything on your own, Daphne. You're so immature."

Her words hit me like a slap in the face. I just wanted my sister to come home, and now I was being accused of being selfish and immature.

"Whatever, Red." I said, walking out her door.

But, I didn't go to my room. I didn't want Red to find me, whenever she came to apologize for her insensitive words. I walked down the dark hall, everyone's lights were off, except for Red. I arrived at the bedroom, and checked over my shoulder, before opening the door that led to Sabrina and I's room. The pictures were still on the floor. I sat down, and began putting them away. By the time every picture was tucked away in the box, it was getting dark. Next, I made the bed. I didn't bother to change the sheets. It didn't really matter. No one slept in here any way. I looked out the window, at the front yard. I caught a glimpse of Puck walking into the forest. He had lived there for so many years, I think it calmed him down. I wondered if he really didn't love my sister. I didn't want Sabrina to know it. What if she came home one day and Puck pretended again. I was so tired of everyone pretending. Pretending our family was whole without Granny. Pretending that we were okay on our own. Pretending that Sabrina wasn't missing. Tonight marked six days of Sabrina being gone. I missed her more than ever. But I was also mad at her. How could she leave me? When she got back home, I was going to give that girl the talking-to of her life, to make sure she would never leave me again. And then it hit me. If no one wanted to help, I was going to have to bring Sabrina home by myself. Even if no one else cared, and even though I was mad, she was still my sister, and I was still going to do anything I could to make sure she came home as soon as possible.