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Andrea

Amy was everything.

Sweet, caring, smart, patient, funny, and understanding.

She was everything Andrea wasn't, that's why she cherished every moment she had with her sister. Every laugh, fight, word, memory.

But Amy was ripped away from her, torn from her hands so quickly, with such ease.

That girl—that Sophia, she was Amy in many ways and maybe that was what Andrea craved in this God forsaken world...

Andrea's heart was stone cold as she walked away from her sister's dead, lifeless, zombified body that day, not caring for the sympathy or words the others had. Her sister was gone, her baby sister, the one she helped raise, the one she defended...the one she neglected...she was gone.

She was sitting in her tent staring at a picture of her and Amy hugging the life out of each other, their smiles lighting up the whole background and their bodies molding into each other like they belonged. Her tears were stuck inside her eyes, refusing to fall once more as her body ached just gazing upon the picture. She heard a slight rustle in her tent and saw Sophia, her head slightly cocked, just studying Andrea.

"What do you want?" Andrea hissed, the comment coming out slightly sharper than intended. Sophia didn't look taken aback, rather just as distressed and heart-broken as her. Andrea then reflected on the past six hours and remembered, Sophia lost her father...she lost someone too.

"Amy was my friend...she was really nice to me," Sophia whispered into the seemingly unforgiving tent. Andrea stared for a second before comprehending her words completely.

"She was nice to everyone..." Andrea trailed, wishing she had spent more time with her sister, but now she couldn't.

"I've always wanted a sister," Sophia commented, "But every time I asked if Momma was to have another child, Daddy always said no 'cause he didn't want to feed another mouth...all my friends at school had brothers and sisters, you know. But they always complained, sayin' they were gross and mean and slobbery and they always fought. I guess I got mad 'cause I always wanted to do that with a sibling. I don't like bein' alone. 'Specially since it's just me and Mommy,"

Andrea must have gawked at Sophia's bold statement for the longest time before a meek, almost inaudible choked laugh escaped her lips. She sniffled, trying to control her emotions, but soon her laughter turned into broken down sobs that were racking through her body as she realized her sister was really gone. She felt so alone at the moment, broken and utterly useless at that moment, just sitting in her bright tent in front of an impressionable little girl.

"Are you sad?" Andrea managed to squeeze out, "That your dad died?" Sophia has a look of utter confusion on her face before she looked at Andrea dead in the eye.

"N-no...I guess not, Daddy was cruel to Mommy, and just to people in general. I mean, he was my dad, but why should I feel bad that he's gone?" She muttered, shaking her head disdainfully. Andrea calmed her breathing a bit.

"I don't feel like that...Amy and I were so close. She was so special to me. I never wanted to lose her," She confessed, sighing deeply.

"Amy tickled me," Sophia whispered, letting the words etch themselves into the air.

"So? Amy tickled me all the time and I tickled her all the time," Andrea scoffed, trying to scope out the importance in her words. She heard a muffled gasp come from the little girl as she stepped closer to her.

"I was never tickled before. I didn't know what she was doing at first. I thought she was tryin' to get somethin' off of me or to hit me. I was scared, but I didn't understand why I was laughin'," Her words were chortled and disoriented, but the feelings were there. Andrea felt tears come to her eyes as the little girl tried to calm her breathing. "Daddy hit me on my stomach a lot, he said it was a good thing, that I was bein' bad and I deserved it, so when she touched my stomach, I was so afraid...but when she explained it to me...I wanted her to tickle me again,"

"She loved bein' tickled," Andrea smiled.

"I really miss her 'cause she was like a sister to me..." Sophia breathed, carefully selecting her words. Andrea shook her head lightly.

"I'm not as sweet as Amy, or as kind," She began, sitting up.

"I think you are," Sophia answered, raising her head high, "You're not as easy-goin' as Amy, or as easy to get along with...but you have something Amy didn't," Andrea advanced towards the little girl and stared for an answer. "You have bravery and control and I think that's really important," Andrea felt more tears well up in her eyes and finally, she grasped her thin shoulders and embraced her small frame. She felt the little one melt into her grasp.

"Do you think I could ever be like a sister to you?" Andrea questioned, pulling away for a second and staring into her bright blue eyes. Sophia beamed up at her.

"You already are," With that, Sophia's face was smushed back into Andrea's stomach.

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Andrea looked at the grave stone that was made especially for Sophia and felt tears stream down her face, not letting her forget. "Great," She muttered, letting it sink into the air, letting the dirt and the blazing sun absorb the simple word. "Now I've lost two sisters,"

A\N I hope you liked it! I like this one better than Shane's...because I hate Shane :D Please review and tell me who you want next! ^.^