Sister Moments - Special: Ophelia/Teaser

“Ope! Lala! Wake up, breakfast is ready!” I hear Bree scream from downstairs.

I roll over, pulling the cover over my head, trying to block the sound. 

I’m so not getting up.

“If y’all don’t come on Tish is going to eat y’all food!” Bree screams.

“Yeah, she’s already scarfing down Latora’s eggs,” Nora replies.

“I’ll make her throw it up later, now shut the hell up, I’m trying to sleep!” Latora screams at them from her room next to mine.

With a few more complaints from downstairs it’s silent once again, so I slowly drift back to sleep until, I’m jumped on by a drunk Tish.

“Ope, driiiiink with meeee!” Tish slurs.

I am currently being used as a pillow, and with my face being smothered into my own pillow I reply.

“Tish, get off,” I say calmly.

“Drink?”

“3.”

“Oh, that’s right you like your whiskey with ice.”

“2.”

“I should probably go get some, Iiiice.”

“1.”

I turn over and reach back, throwing Tish through the wall into Latora’s room and roll back over to sleep. A drunk Tish giggles.

“Latora, when did you get here?” I hear Tish asks.

“You’re fixing the wall and window,” Latora says.

“Huh...window?”

All I know is that I heard glass break, and a screaming Tish.

“They really aren’t morning people are they?” Bree says probably peeking into my room.

“Yeah, any thoughts I had of instigating have long vanished,” Nora says, and I soon go back to my deep slumber.

Damn peasants are going to give me wrinkles, because they can’t let me sleep.

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...Broken - Teaser (Draft)...

“I can’t, I can’t lose her. Not the only one that helped me keep my sanity.”

I run, fast, hard, not stopping even though my thighs burn, my lungs hurt. I run to her. 

“Don’t leave me please I can’t...”

I run inside the hospital pushing, shoving people out of the way to her room. 

“Why is all of this happening to me!” 

Tears come out of my eyes, my heart aches, my stomach turns, but I keep on running. 

“I have to move!”

I don’t wait for the elevator, I can’t wait. If I stay in one place until I get there without moving I’ll damn near lose my sanity. I run up the stairs, passing by people, getting surprised, irritated faces coming my way, but I don’t give a damn. 

“Don’t tell me this is the end.”

I’m on her floor, I race through the hallway, desperately trying to make it to her room. 

“Don’t leave me, mother, I can’t live without you!” 

I hear the pain of another’s person's voice in my mind. The voice makes me feel warm inside it somewhat soothes me. And for some weird reason, I’m connected to it. It’s the voice of a male, but my mind is set on one thing, and that is getting to her. The person that is most important to me. I fight the connection, I fight the warm, soothing feeling from the voice, and run. But as I run further away as I pass by the person, a glimpse of his hazel brown eyes captures mine, and the further I run a string holds onto me tightly. Like I’m pulled to him. I don’t even know him.

“Focus Melanin!” 

I keep on running, as I feel the tears fly across the wind I make as I run full speed to her....then I stop. I stop abruptly. I breathe hard, I sweat like crazy as I try to catch my breath. The tears only seem to flow down my already damp cheeks even harder.

They run down, pouring onto the floor like there's no tomorrow, and to be honest that’s what it feels like. “No tomorrow.” You would think my tears would run out, but they don’t. I’m here...I’m here where she’s supposed to be. I’m in front of the room where she is supposed to be lying in bed and trying her damn hardest to make an awesome recovery.

I stand here, as my heart only beats faster, because of what my eyes are witnessing...she’s not here. No sign of her, except for the blood on the ground, and the sight of a bed being rushed out of this room. My eyes trace and follow the signs to her. My breathing quickens. My heart feels like it might stop at any moment. I slowly follow the trail to her. To be more precise my body moves on its on.

My heart takes the lead because my brain can no longer function how to work properly without losing its mind. My ability kicks in as a tracer. I was always able to look around me and trace even the inconspicuous. I was always able to find her. I was always able, to get to her in time before it was too late. She told me I had the most unique gift, and my eyes will change different colors of beauty when my emotions kick in.

They change when I am desperately trying to save her. Why are they always after me? No, why is he always after me?....

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