• "HOW?!!", screamed a woman. Police cars and sirens were all people could see and hear. "AREA OF CHILD UNKNOWN. AREA OF CHILD UNKNOWN" was being repeated from the police scanner. A woman was crying in the corner of the yard with a police officer trying to relax her and asking her questions at the same time. I couldn't help but laugh, everyone was freaking out over a small thing. The stupidest thing was that everyone staring at me, blaming me for what had happened. The truth was, I didn't know exactly what had happened because I was at the wrong place when it happened. I hated that girl, but for some reason, she loved me. She was only 8, and she was my sister, she was kidnapped by her own father. OUR father... the man who abused us, but I didn't care, nobody cared, because everyone thought I deserved it. Ive been told a million times, "You're heart is made of stone." The only person who they DIDN'T want around my father was my sister, the angel, the girl who could never do anything wrong, and who could actually show emotion. I may only be 14, but Im over this crap. I didnt wanna hear her name, I didnt wanna even say her name. Honestly.. I was hoping she was found dead, but if she was, I would be the only one who knew I didn't kill her. I went back inside, and found 3 police officers searching my room. They all looked at me, I turned around and started walking back outside, I even heard one of them say, "What a waste of human life." That's when I realized I'd had enough, I walked to the policeman, and punched him as hard as I could. I went to jail that night, for assaulting a police officer, my mom... ha, my mom... she was... happy. I was there for a few years, and that's when I heard the story that my sister had been found, dead of course. They let me out of prison just for that day... to go to the funeral. About 250 people were there, from friends and family, to people that just felt sorry. I walked up to the coffin, with her dead body inside. She looked different, probably because it was the first time I'd ever seen her frown. Something caught my eye though, on her left hand, there was a heart drawn with black sharpie. I turned her hand around, there was a poem...

    "I know that you hated me, that wasn't a lie,
    but I always loved you, because you were my one and only sister.. goodbye."
    smile


    My body felt numb for a second, as I felt the warmth of a tear stream down my face..