Missing Link (Kai's Story)

I awoke to the familiar buzz of my alarm clock. It was still dark outside as I got up and quietly got dressed. I grabbed my beyblade and before leaving, noticed that my sister, Alex was already awake, and dressed (which was very peculiar). She was quietly filling up a small suitcase with her few possessions, and when I had asked her why, she said nothing.

I left the room and entered my grandfather's office. I threw the door shut almost ripping it off its hinges, walked up to his desk, slammed my hands down and yelled angrily "Why are you sending her away?" He calmly lifted his gaze from the computer screen, looked straight at me and quietly said, "She is not needed here." I was so angry that I threw a chair at the wall and destroyed some paintings, priceless heirlooms, and other expensive things. I ran out of the room and made sure that I had slammed the door as hard as I possibly could. It ripped off the hinges and fell to the floor with a crash.

I stormed down the hall, grabbed my sketchbook and ran outside. I ran into the forest and sat beside my favorite tree. It was planted the year I had come to the abbey and I sat by it and drew in my sketchbook to calm myself down.

I filled my sketchbook that day with many things and some were my best works ever. I sat there for hours and then I decided to go and be with my sister. I dropped my full sketchbook and left it by the tree for it was just the best place to put it.

I ran into the school and into our room where I found Alex sitting on the floor with her eyes full of tears. I sat down beside her and comforted her. She cried on my shoulder for a while and then I handed her, her blade and asked her to battle. I knew that it would calm us both down.

We started the battle off very slow but then it escalated to an extremely intense battle that ended out in a tie. We used our anger against each other.

About an hour before Alex was about to leave we sat outside by that same little tree and just talked about things that were bugging us and making us angry. I even showed her my sketchbook and gave it to her to remember me by. This time together made us closer than ever.

Later on we sat in our room and laughed and joked about a lot of things, which made us feel better. I think I even forgot that Alex was leaving (for a short while).

Then it was time. Alex grabbed her suitcase and we walked out to the entrance hall. Our goodbye was very short. We shared a small hug, we said our goodbyes and she left. I watched her walk down the long hallway and turn the corner. Then I lowered my head, turned around and started to slowly walk away.

Suddenly I heard many screams, a gunshot and my sister groan as she hit the floor. I turned around and ran down the hall. There were tears flooding down my cheeks as I called her name in agony. I got to the end of the hall and fell to the floor. My sister's body lay on the floor with a pool of blood beneath her. I also saw a man dressed in black run out the door with a gun in his hands.

I cried uncontrollably on that very spot until I suddenly saw something shine out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head and saw my sister's necklace.

I picked it up and ran my fingers across the elegantly engraved letters "together forever we shall be" that is what it read. I remember when I had taken my time to earn a lot of money to buy that for her. It was a birthday present for her, for her, I mean our fifth birthday. She never took it off and now I held in my hands, still warm from her strong but elegant skin. I suddenly cried even harder than before.

I got up and ran down the hall, past many doors, and finally into my room. I locked the door and sat on the bed still crying harder than ever. I never forgave myself for letting her go and now I am angrier than ever. It took me a week or so to recover and still after that I was always quiet and solitary (way more than before).

I never thought that I would lose everything my parents, my sister and now my feelings. I thought that I would never see my sister again, but I was wrong…

To be continued…