"Mommy," I say frightened at what I had just seen, "what just happened?"
The cops, snapped out of a staring trance, bent down to examine Ally. I look down at her. How did she get so bloody? I could not answer that.
That fight, or, whatever it was. It was plane awful! I remember it fully, and it would never leave my mind. My sister, screaming, rolling on the floor, and fighting off something we couldn't see. I felt a shiver go down my spin and looked for the source. If i had been listing closely, I would have heard the voice in my ear. But all I felt was cold.
Ally moaned. Please be okay. My parents just found you again! Don't put them through the pain of you being dead!
She groaned, and he arm twitched.
"Mommy, daddy," I ask again, "what happened?"
"We don't know baby," my mom was crying. It seems to me, having Ally back has brought more tears than when she was missing. I HATE her. I don't know why, but, she disappeared, shows up and ruins what we tried so hard to fix! I HATE her!
"We called an ambulance," says a cop named Sherry. "Don't worry. She'll be okay."
"Kids, maybe you should go..." my dad didn't finish because the ambulance came and took Ally out on a stretcher. We followed and it was decided that my dad would go with the ambulance. I look at the bright daylight. We came to find my brother watching TV, my mom cooking dinner. Ally was asleep, she was always asleep! I look at my brother, what had she said to him?
"Hey, Mark." We were in the car and my mom was tuned out to the world. "What did she say to you today? I tried not to let my anger show.
He looks at me, sadly. Why wasn't he mad that she ruined are lives!? Why?
"Well," he answers, "same thing she told everyone else, just, different." He sighs. The ride was quiet. What was going to happen to us if she was here? She was obviously crazy, or something. Maybe she maneged to hurt herself. But no, I saw it with my own eyes, it was impossible, and it all happened out of nowhere. I hate to admit I misses her, but I hate her just as much.