My head hurts. I feel something covering my eyes, everything is black; I can't see. My hands are tied and so are my feet, I can't move. Suddenly I hear heavy breathing next to me, and I come to the realization that I'm not alone. Everything comes to me in a fraction of a second... The party, the dark alley, the weird men asking us questions. It happened so fast. My sister. I hope she's the one next to me 'Em are you awake?' She asks 'Where are we?' I say. Silence. The grumbling of her stomach interrupts my thoughts 'Can you move?' I ask her. She has no time to answer because we hear some footsteps approaching us, and I take a second to think of my surroundings, we're definitely in the middle of the woods. I can now hear some birds and the sound of leaves crunching under the person that's coming. I'm cold though, so we must be away from home, I can smell rain... But it's not nice or cozy, it has an eerie feeling to it. Some one grabs me, I scream.

'Emilianne dear! Are you ok? Didn't mean to scare you sweetie, but you were sweating and there are tears in your eyes!'. Another nightmare. This has been happening since the day I woke up alone in the middle of an empty street. I have a new family now. Like she never existed. Oh! But I remember, all too well; she was real and I vowed to myself I would never forget her. I deserve the nightmares though, it should have been me, not her. I should have died, or stayed and take whatever it is that happened to her. They wouldn't take it though, they wanted the blonde one.

I remember the sound of her laugh, the way she shined and brought light to my days and those memories are the pathetic reminders of the darkness that lures me away from time to time. They took her, and with that they took everything that could ever fulfill me. It's like I'm an empty shell now, they cracked me and stole my pearl.

People say that it'll be alright, they tell me to 'get over it'. They don't know what they're talking about. So I lie, I tell them they're right and express how much I 'appreciate' they're support.

It's easier that way, because, no one really cares. No one knows. I don't worry about my punishment too much. I know they're coming. I can hear them whispering in my head at night, right before the nightmares start.