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"BOO BOO!" A young 12 year old girl came running up the stairs to her brother's apartment. An older 25 year old male turned, white hair flew as he turned just intime to catch her laughing. His bright red eyes were so happy as they disappeared behind his lids. "Are you sure you want to take her for the summer. I mean we-" the door was kicked shut in their mother's face as he kept her tightly against his body. They were the best of friends and he would have taken her in much earlier then now if he could have. As it was summers were good for him. Setting her down he locked the door and they headed off, feeding her they did litthe games around till he was sure the mother was gone then they headed out. they saw the town and had so much fun.

A month later he was running late for an internship with a prestigous company. He was getting ready and was trying to hurry his sister but when she fell over her pants barely on, her shoes on the wrong feet and her shirt inside out then backwards he knew that something had to give so he sighed. He saw that she was trying so hard for him that he couldn't ask anymore of her. "I'll just call and reschedule, I can't do this to you" while lightly and very lovingly petted her head. "No no you go I'll be okay! I promise I won't open the door, I'll take a nap till you get back" She smiled but he tried to fight. After a bit he growled as he left. He hated this but he ran out waiting till she locked it behind him.

"SIS! SIS! GREAT NEWS I GOT THE JOB!" He had ran all the way home, only stopping to buy her flowers, a teddybear, and chocolates since she was so sweet. He didn't have alot of money but because she was a big girl and was willing to be a good girl for him he was able to get a great job that she could easily move in with him so he could take care of her. He didn't like their parents so he wanted to take her in and give her a good life. He loved his sister and wished nothing but the best for her.

"Hey what's your poison?" A drink slinger asks politely at a more sophisticated bar. He looked like a gentleman behind the bar in his uniform, white button up shirt, neatly pressed, his vest snuggly hugging his fit body, his pants professionally pressed and his winged tip shoes brightly shining as they were polished just that day. His eyes were exotic, radiant pools that anyone could get lost in. Rich and deep in colour only to try and hide behind his long blond hair strands that betrayed the ponytail that desperately tried to keep it undercontrol. His back was stiff as he definately had the Viking Isle aire about him. He now looked at the poor soul that sat across from him. His hair was white as if he was scared while and unruley eyes that he figured a blood vessle popped and dyed his eyes red. He was a pure mess. he was slumped on the stool as his arms draped on the counter. His left was resting fully on it with a slight crook, the right was resting on the elbow palm pressed firmly against his forehead barely keeping it up. "Sir are you okay?" "Rum....no....Whiskey....No not that either....Kamakazi" The bartender blinked but when the poor guy looked up he just nodded.

After getting completely shitfaced he walked home. He had to move. He had to. After she was gone there was no reason for him to stay in that stupid city. His parents were alway s down his back about this or that with her or just hatting him. He couldn't blame them. He moved to the other side of the country, seriously contiplating leaving the country fully. Stumbling in his apt he shut and locked his many locks on his door. Turning and walking he looked for his sister but broke down crying, since she's left he was never the same. He's a shell. Nothing more. Hitting a book shelf accedentally a tape recorder fell from it. Time slowed down for him, he couldn't catch it and he just watched in horror as it actually turned on.

"Boo? Where are you? Its dark in here. There is a man here...Boo? Come home" a tiny voice cracked as she started crying "boo! where are you! Boo? Is that you? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" "DAR NO!" he went to grab it but kicked it where he couldn't get it. He never listened to the whole thing through. He couldn't especially now that the killer was caught and exsicuted. He couldn't kill him himself so he didn't want to listen and want to do something, but now he was forced to. For 80 minutes he had to listen to his baby sister, his world, screaming for him to help her. Screaming his name, ripping sounds of flesh. Popping of bones from sockets. Blood curdling screams that no one would go to her rescue fearing what would happen to them. Begging, pleading for him to save her for 80 long minutes only at 79 minutes her voice finally stop screaming but a sound he never knew was there something he never knew happen, happend. A gurgling sound, as if she was drowning in her own blood. Her death only came with her delicate neck slit.

"ADARA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he lost it. He was screaming and crying now finally after 5 long years of bottle worhiping he knew what happend to her. The moment she started talking he was as sober as that day. The day he walked in and dropped everything as his apartement was painted with his sister's blood and intrails everywhere. Her intestins were strung up like streamers at a party. Her bones looked like Lincoln Log toys. Things were done to her that people wouldn't do to animals that were to be slaughtered.

That night he couldn't take it anymore, he knew what happend to his sister, he knew he could've protected her from it all but didn't. He went to get the gun but a familiar smell hit him. One that he hadn't smelled in 5 years. "Dar?" he turned around and saw her pristined. "Your" "Shhhh, I don't blame you. I'm at peace. I'm watching over you now. I miss you but it isn't your time. Do the things I wanted to do, see the world, try the foods, see the cultures for me. I'm always with you...I'm safe now..." she smiled her famous smile, as he said, and disappeared letting him finally having the biggest cry of loosing his baby sister.

"HUH!!!!!!!" He flew forward holding his head and looked around "Where am I what the hell?!" Getting up and running his long white hair flew behind him as he round the corner and looked in a room that was completely empty of life, just furniture of his dead sister. The 55 year old man fell to his knees holding his head, his face twisted in pain. Every night he has the same dream. It took 5 years after the incident for him to finally come to terms that she not coming back. Even still 25 years later he cried every morning only to whisper "Make it stop...."