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Chapter 6 - trapped in a Dream

The other girls woke to Allison's thrashing. They all just sat there visibly upset about having been woken up. When their eyes finally fell on Allison they could tell that something wasn't right. All of the girls walked to the side of her bed looking down at her there was sweat pouring off of her. Shelby reached down and placed a hand on her forehead and waited a moment.

"Someone go and get Sophie or Peter!" She said quickly. Kat ran out of the room as fast as she could. There was a look of fear on Shelby's face.

"Shel, what's wrong?" Daisy asked softly.

" She's burning up." Shelby paused. " its not just like a normal fever thou. I mean look at her, its almost as if she is fighting something..."

(told from Allison's point of Veiw)

It was the same that it was every night each, guy making out with their respective ho. Well that is except for my sister she was the Marcus. The leader of this here little group. I could feel some of the guys eyes wondering and lingering on my body though none of them would make the mistake of trying anything.

"Hey sis," I heard her call. Turning I smiled and walked over to her.

"Hi," smiling at Marcus I turned back to her. " I'm gonna head home moms is workin' late an I gots ta take care of Jr."

"Right," LaToya rolled her eyes.

"What its not like you help take care of him." I snapped " After daddy..."

"Don't you talk about him." Her sensitive spot.

"Whatever, just get home before ma." As I turned to leave I felt someone grab my arm. As I looked back I saw Marcus. "Don't worry I'll have it tomorrow night." I pulled my arm away and walked out with my head held high as always. In this would I was the princess and everyone showed me respect. No matter what I did I tried to convince myself that I was happy, but I knew I wasn't. In fact I was miserable, doing what I did would make my father roll in his grave. Walking into my house I saw my little brother laying there on the floor coloring in the coloring book that I had gotten him. I sat down next to him and ran my hand through his afro.

"Come here and let me put some braids in your hair for school." The little boy roll over on his stomach and smiled, but than it faded.

"Ally, why doesn't Toya come and stay with me anymore? She hasn't played with me since daddy died." He looked as though he was going to burst into tears.

"Oh, baby she is just busy with her boy friend is all." I tried my best to reasure him. It was hard, my sister didn't spend very much time with him anymore. She couldn't stand to look at him he was too much like my father. I on the other hand felt like spending time with him was like having a little bit of my dad with me. After a few hours I had finished doing his hair. Smiling down at him I couldn't help but let a tear slide down my face. He looked up at me and than reached his hand up and wiped the tear away.

"Don't cry sissy, daddy is watching us and is smilin' down cause how good we been..." he paused " at lest that is what momma says."

"That's right, he is smiling." Running my hands though my hair I smiled. At least he is smiling at you... no one should smile at what I am doing. " come on it is time for bed."

"Aw do I have to? Can't I stay up and see Toya?"he whinned

"No, now off to bed before I tell ma whatcha been up to." After I tucked him in bed I gentlely placed a kiss on his forehead. Walking back to the living room I made some quick phone calls to make sure that the dealer would be there on time. Once I was done I quietly slipped out of the house to go and meet them. It was like this all of the time I would go and do some dirty work for the gang, say hi to my sister, take care of Jr., and than slip out of the house to finish my work. It was a quick and painless meeting as soon I got what I had came for I made my way back to where they all liked to hang out. Normally I would just traffic some drugs for Marcus but today it was different it was an envolpe I didn't know what it was nor did I want to. Walking up to him I smiled.

"Got whatcha wannted." I tossed it to him as he disengaged his arms from groping my sister. On normal occasisons I would have found it disgusting. Tonight though I was in a hurry to make any snide comments my brother was home alone sleeping.

I was standing on the connor and I heard the shots. Not this I know what this is... I tried to run away but I couldn't I was being pulled to where I knew I would find her body. There she was laying on the gound bleeding. I felt the tears coming again. Turning my head I tried to look away but she was everywhere just staring at me.

"Stop STOP! It wasn't my fault." I screamed at her "I didn't know this would happen... I I didn't know" She just looked at me

" you were sappoused to be my friend." Her face contorted with anger as she moved towards me. "You said that the differences bettween our friends didn't matter." I didn't know what to say I just wanted to get away but I couldn't.

"I didn't know what was in the package! I sware I Didn't" is screamed at her.

"You could have said something! You could have saved me!"

"NO I couldn't! They don't listen to me!" I yelled as it fade into darkness. Her voice was still haunting me.

I saw the casket, my brother clinging to my mom. My sister looked so beautiful laying there. The door to the room creaked open and in walked Marcus with his boys. I watched as the pulled my into a hug and went on to hug my brother. I flinched as the touched me. How could they just waltz in here after what they toke from me? How dare they! But I could do nothing but watch the scene unfold before my eyes. I could feel the aches all over my body. The pain from them forcing themselfs on me. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I watched my self stand the obivious to any emotion. I looked dead. My brother tried to hug my but I pushed him away and walked out of the building. than I saw her.

"You could have saved me sis'" she hissed at me. " you could have stopped them from doing it. Stoped the pain they caused ma" it was too much I fell to the ground and cried. I knew it was my fault she was dead. I killed my sister, and my best friend. It was my Fault... the words kept playing over and over in my head.