Part 1

...“Well, when nobody knows how you feel...

...Do you think those emotions are real?...

...Or do they go away if they are not spoken?"...

...— Ghost By Gatton and Rich...

Growing up, my family was filled with love and joy. They always tell me that I am their pride and joy, their light, their treasure.

Our house was always filled with the laughter we shared, and the bonds we cherish. My mom and dad always gave me whatever I wanted, never saying no to my requests. There was not a single day they made me feel like I was unloved.

But life doesnʼt always give us happy endings. The happiness of our family faded, the moment a life ended.

I had a little sister. She was eight years younger than me, we cherished her so much. She and I were my parentsʼ precious treasures.

We never fought over anything nor one of us ever felt like the other one is superior than the other. Both of our parents treated us equally.

When I was eighteen, it was my graduation day, and my mom was with me, my little sister and dad were running late because my sister closed her eyes again after waking up. Sheʼs so cute.

By the time it was almost my turn to be called to the stage, a phone rang, and it was my momʼs.

It was a call from my dadʼs number, but rather than my father, a woman spoke through the call.

"Hello, is this the owner of this phoneʼs wife?" the woman from the other side, sounding urgent.

"Yes, hello, who is this?" my mom answered.

"Maʼam, your husband and daughter got into an accident, they are in a critical condition. Please come to the hospital immediately!" the woman stated.

My and my mom looked at each other with fear written all over our faces. Without hesitation, we ran to the hospital and left the graduation ceremony as quickly as possible.

When we got there, we asked a nurse where to find my dad and little sister, and a doctor approached us. I recognized the voice as the woman who called us.

She told us that their lives are in danger and needs to get surgery right away. Although my dadʼs condition isnʼt as severe as my sisterʼs, he still needed to be treated as soon as possible.

My mom told the doctors to do whatever they could so that both dad and my sis wakes up.

A few hours which felt like an eternity passed, and the doctor came to us with a saddened look.

"Maʼam, your husbandʼs condition is now stable..." she said.

My mom and I sighed in relief, but was sceptical because of the doctorʼs sad look.

"... but your daughter... she couldnʼt make it..." she continued. My mom fell to her knees, her tears falling from her eyes.

My heart shattered, as if my world had collapsed in just a second as I heard those words coming out from the doctorʼs mouth. My sister... My baby sister who was barely even ten...

I pulled myself together, and supported my mom. I bit my lower lip, stopping myself from crying while my mom buried her face to my chest, breaking down.

°°°

3 years have passed since then. Mom locked her heart, shutting everyone away. She barely spoke to Dad, though Dad already explained that a truck crashed into them from the left side where my sister was sitting, she still would not listen and blame him for killing their treasure.

Dad got tired of the blaming, of the pain, he stopped trying. He stopped explaining. He stopped loving. They both did. Whenever he and Mom talked, it always ends up them arguing over the smallest things, and for some reason, I somehow always get caught up with their arguments.

They always shout at each other, blame each other, hell, they shout at me, too. Which is weird because they have always been gentle with me. They have always been gentle with each other.

My perfect, happy family shattered. Where has all the love gone? We used to laugh together, share burdens with each other, but now... itʼs all just yesterday. All in the past. Forgotten.

I borne with it for the past years, hoping, just hoping that maybe someday they will wake up and make up already. Their fights always get to me. I feel frustrated, angry, sad, and alone.

I always talked about my burdens to my family, to my sister. I always tell them about the smallest inconvenience, tell them about little things that ruined my day, and they would always listen and comfort me even though I was just acting like a spoiled girl I am. But how can I do that anymore when I donʼt feel them anymore? My parents are still here, but I donʼt feel the love they have always gave anymore, I donʼt feel the comfort and presence I always loved anymore.

For the past 3 years, I fought with my thoughts alone. All those what ifs in my mind every night when Iʼm alone. I couldnʼt shed a single tear for the past years of my life without my little sister, my heart ached, watching my family fall apart each passing day.

What about me? Have they ever considered my feelings lately? I know itʼs hard for them, but what about me? They lost a daughter, and I lost a sister. A best friend. How could they not consider my feelings every time they fight, bringing me in the fight with them. Have they ever thought that maybe Iʼm tired of all the pain, too? Iʼm tired of all the drama. I just wish my sister was here. All these unsaid questions in my head. All these unsaid thoughts killing me each time they come back. All these unsaid words waiting to come out, will forever remain unspoken.

I closed my eyes, as I feel the pain in my heart cuts through deeper and deeper. I felt my breath getting harder and harder. I could hear people talking but it wasnʼt clear, as if I am underwater. Then, moments passed and all turned black. It was the last thing I saw before the darkness claimed me.

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