Your Fault

"Help," her words come out in a wheeze. Her deep blueberry eyes are hidden beneath her closed lids. A golden spread of hair lays across her pillow. Even in her sleep she can feel the sear of my hands that grip her throat. I curl my nails to add more pain. 

"Stop!" In a Jack-in-the-Box motion she springs up. I howl with demon hate as my form is forced backwards. When her eyes flutter and widen with a stare in my direction I pray she sees me. No, instead she puts a hand to her chest with a gasp that could be a sob. The gold hair falls to cover her face as her head lowers. 

"I. Hate. You." My words are enough to kick up a wind. 

Just. A. Wind. 

Another scream of rage; pure rage. She can't hear me, but she trembles. I freeze as her hands reach slowly to touch her neck. My own hands had left a dark, red mark. Now I allow a conner of my lip to twist slightly up.

"Macy, help me," She drops her hands to her lap and tilts her head to the ceiling. I long to go over to her; to dig my nails into her pretty little face. But now she is awake. Her force keeps me at bay. The living and dead do not mix. Never. 

"What is this?" She begs the ceiling for answers. Of course it gives her none. "Macy, please! I know your there! You can keep me safe from this....from him," 

I cringe. "Don't say his name. Go back to sleep and I will give you what you deserve! Do it!" I demanded. My words echo only to me. 

The tears come and they slip down her face. "Why does Trey hate me? I was just so scared.... Tell him I'm sorry!" 

I hate her. I hate her so much. I will tell Trey no such thing. My step-father hears his name. 

"What have you done?" his voice is hoarse with worry as his shape appears next to me. 

"I hate her." Now I have someone to tell. My sister's pale face is covered by her hair again. She is sobbing very quietly. 

"Her neck...." Trey sucks in a breath. He tries in vain to go to his daughter. He is dead. Doesn't he understand it's pointless to try?

"It's her fault. It's all her fault, but she can sit there and cry about being punished?" I shake my head disgusted. "She got us killed Trey!" I can see him trying to ignore me. "Your daughter called because she had a nightmare. A nightmare!!!  We got in that accident because she had a nightmare and had to be picked up! Its. Her. Fault!" I am to the point of screaming again. "Now she has to pay," 

"Macy, tell Trey I'm sorry," My sister was now almost chanting the sentence. 

"What does she mean?" Trey doesn't understand. I can't help but laugh bitterly. 

"Before.... I use to tell her that you hated her. I would whisper in her ear that she was nothing. Now she thinks you are the one hurting her," 

Trey shakes his head. He's an idiot. "No." he denies it. How could his precious little girl think he was the one causing her pain. It's all because of me. My laugh grows. 

"She killed us Trey." I repeat. "And now she has to pay,"