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Don't Forget Sister

I wake up at 5 cus I can't sleep. I know that in three hours I will be saying goodbye to my sister forever. I decide to walk down the street to the gas station and get a pack of cigarettes. I started smoking over a year ago when I stopped cutting myself to help with the stress and I stopped smoking when Jessica caught me six months ago on the porch. But that doesn't matter now, it's not like she can yell at me, right? I throw on my big Stanford sweatshirt to cover my arms and look out the peephole of my door to make sure Sam wasn't out there. I know how early he likes to wake up.

As I walk back from the gas station and the motel is in my sight I light a cigarette and slowly breathe in the smoke. I tilt my head back enjoying the feeling of calmness that is washing over me. As I lower my head I see a maple tree outside the motel that looks just like the one Jess and I had growing up. Of course ours had a tire swig hanging of one of the branches. I walk to the tree and lie down on the ground underneath it, looking up at the beautiful red leaves.

"Hey" I hear and immediately jump up frightened from the sudden noise to see someone standing over me.

There he is, Dean, the guy who is the actual brother of the guy that I think of as mine. I look at him without speaking just staring and waiting to see what he wants. "You know smoking is bad for you." He says and I snort at his poor excuse for a conversation starter. "Is that really what you came out here to tell me?" I ask with attitude just wanting to get away from him and into the comfort of my quiet room.

"No" He sits down on a bench across from me. "I came to talk to you about Sammy. He needs you."

I look down at the maple leaf that I have in my hands and try to ignore the feeling of guilt that forms in the pit of my stomach. "Sam's a big boy. He doesn't need me." I stand up and start to walk away. I know that I sound selfish but I didn't care. My sister was dead and that was all that I could think of.

"Really, cus the way I see it Sam should be dealing with the fact that his girlfriend just died and instead he's worrying about you." He says with a harshness that makes me stop in my tracks and look at my feet. I turn around and look at him with absolutely no emotion what so ever.

"If you'll excuse me I have to go get ready for my sister's funeral" I turn and walk away just wanting to get into the quiet of my own room where I don't feel judged or insecure.

I look thru the clothes that Sam had bought for me yesterday and left on my doorstep after I refused to open the door. There is a simple black dress that I figure he bought especially for today. That sounds like Sam, the thoughtfulness. It is a very simple short sleeved v-neck dress. I put it on and look in the mirror. I look at the dress but soon take notice to the fresh scars that are visible on my arms. I look through the bag for a sweater but I can only find big baggy sweatshirts.

I look around my room and see the bag from my sleepover. Sticking out from the bag is the pink sweater, her pink sweater. I walk over to the bag and take the sweater and put my arms through it. Once it is on I take a part of the sweater in my hands hold it close to my nose and take in the smell of it. It smells like Jess, her Chanel perfume. I feel a tear make its way down my cheek which sets off an alarm in my head. I immediately stop what I am doing and go for my shoes, pretending that I wasn't still thinking about her. After my shoes were on I looked at the clock and knew we had to leave soon.

I look at the door connecting our two rooms and know that I have to face him, so I decided to do it head on. With my fist raised to the door I build up the courage to knock.

I take a deep breath and knock loudly three times.

I hear a shuffle and the door is opened by Sam in a suit. He looks at me surprised. He probably thought that they were going to have to pry my door of its hinges to go today. If I had my way the probably would have. But today isn't about me it is about Jessica.

"Hey Jenny" He says kindly while letting me in "you look really nice."

I look down shyly and give a quiet "thanks" as I look back up I see all eyes on me, awaiting my next move. "So are we ready to leave" I ask adding a small uneasy smile hoping that it would ease their obvious worries about me.

"Yea, lets go." Sam says putting on his jacket and leading the way out the door.

The ride was quiet. Well unless you count Dean's music baring through the speakers. As we pull up to the cemetery I took a deep breath. I open the car door and got out just standing and staring at Jessica's coffin which I could see form where I was standing.

I must have been standing there for a while because I felt Sam but his hand through mine and whisper in my ear "We'll do this together" I look up at him and give him a smile of appreciation. He nods then we walk hand in hand to the service with Dean next to us.

There were a lot of people there. There were friends, classmates and teachers. I only recognized a handful of them.

I didn't cry through the whole service. But when I had to leave it sunk in that this is it, Jess is gone.

Everybody had already left but Sam, Dean, and I still stood there. I unraveled my hand from Sam's and walked up to the casket. I place my hand to the smooth wood as a single tear falls down my cheek. My knees start to go week and I fall next to the casket with my hand still on it. "I'm sorry Jess." I whisper as I begin to sob softly "I love you so much" I hiccup.

I hear Sam come up behind me and place his hand on my shoulder. "I should've been home that night" I say without removing my eyes from the casket.

"This is not your fault Jen." Sam says sadly.

I ignore him as I stand up "I want to go back to the motel." I say without forcefully as I stand up and head towards the car wiping away my tears.

Sam runs after me, grabs my hand and spins me around taking hold of my arms "No Jenny!" He yells forcefully "This is not your fault, you couldn't have done anything." as he gently shakes me.

Tears are now pouring down my face as I yell "I could have been there" I yank my arms away from him. But he grabs my arm again.

"What if you were there, you could've been killed too."

Dean decides to chime in on Team Sam "He's right Jenny, if you were there we'd be at your funeral now too."

I look down, wipe away my tears and try to compose myself. I look at my shoes and reply "I know."

I look up and see Sam and Dean looking shocked, Sam more so than Dean.

"You don't mean that." Sam says with worry in his eyes.

"I don't?" I question darkly before I turn around and walk back to the car.

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