Chapter 2: The First Story

I was suddenly in the middle of the road, an expressway. I was wearing a black flared gown. I was practically doing nothing, just staring across the road, mournful, with no tears, just a blank heart. The atmosphere was hazy, leaving room for some spine-chilling sensation. The weather was cold, tickling my face and sinking deep into it. I tried to blanket myself from the cold. The environment was abandoned, with no vehicles, no people, only old, ramshackle flat buildings. I looked far into the foggy distance, I pierced my eyes through it, and I could see a person, a lady in an all-white dress. She was moving towards me, I only stared with myriads of unexpressed emotions. I felt my broken heart breaking free and lively. I smiled inwardly, my face now brimming. What kind of magic effect has the all-white dress lady had on me? As she moved closer, I could see her face faintly, I could tell she had a mixed sorrow and joy smile on. Her hair, was black, shiny, in beautiful waves, and falling perfectly down her waistline. I wish I had such a long hair. Mine was deep brown, in a short ponytail. As I stared in awe, her face became vivid to me. I gasped. No, this is not happening. My sister? I cowered back with a gasp again, my hand now covering my mouth. My heartbeat was racing, I was sweating under a chilling atmosphere. She was looking at me. A tear dropped from my eye. She still had that mixed sorrow and joy smile across her face. She was standing across the next road. I was still in the middle of the road, not noticing my surrounding, but my supposed dead sister. The smile on her face vanished. Agitation crossed her face. I could feel her heartbeat rising. She was telling me something I couldn’t comprehend. Her hints only spun in my eyes. I was only gazing when she began running toward me. I still wasn’t moving. My whole body was numbed of any motion. The next scene happened too fast. I was pushed away from the road as she reached for me. I dropped to the floor on my butt. That hurts. My head was spinning, and my vision blurred. I loofaintlynaty to what happened. My sister was laying flat in the middle of the road, a bus speeding at a distance. Blood flowed from my sister’s all-white dress. Her eyes were still open, she was looking sadly at me. In a flash, her eyes shut.

“No…!”

I was awake in the room, I sat up quickly on the bed, my heart banging to the wall of my chest, probably to burst out. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I was trembling with panic on the bed, my hands clung to each other. A pacifying hand came up on my shoulder. My heart thumbs up in my chest. I gasped, turning my eyes in the direction of the hand. It was my savior, he was seated on a chair beside me on the bed.

“It’s okay,” he said, more like a whisper.

I nodded. Will I ever be able to speak fluently with this man? I inhaled sharply, turning my gaze to the door. My sister. She saved me. She sacrificed herself for me. More tears trickled down my cheeks and sweety lap.

“Don’t cry, lady, you will be fine,” my savior pacified. I looked at him. I nodded and sniffed. “Do you mind talking about it?”

I shook my head. I didn’t want to recall what just happened, for now, it will break me down.

“Well, it’s fine, if you need anything, call me. There’s a telephone on the nightstand,” he stated standing up.

I confirmed the presence of the telephone which was right on the nightstand beside the bed. As he turned to go, I held his hand and he turned those captivating eyes of his on me.

“Thank you,” I uttered. He nodded and left.

I wiped away my tears and stood up from the bed, limping to the window. I drew the curtains and the sun pierced through. I could see the lush yard with varieties of flowers. There was a silver swing close to the flowers in rows. I wish I could go sit there. The sun brightens the flamboyant flowers, and colorful butterflies have fun, playing around the flowers. I closed the curtains and face back to the bed. My eyes fell on the forest painting again. Directly to the phoenix. Can’t my sister come back like Phoenix do? The thought crossed my mind. I would be in seventh heaven to have her back. Oh, dear sister. How much have I missed you? Yes, my sister’s demise was part of my predicament. I can’t dive into it, for now, my heart will shred into pieces. I couldn’t sleep anymore. The stomach ache I anticipated wasn’t forthcoming. Thank God for that.

A week passed by, and my charming savior was still cool.

“What made you jump into the ocean?” he has been asking.

What made me jump? I will always repeat it in my head. This night I was ready to tell him about myself. We were seated on the silver swing in the yard. The stars were sparkling over us. The sky was different tonight. It had some pinks and fades mixed in its clouds. The crescent moon, I know its shades were encouraging me. That was my sister up there. The zephyrs were gentle on my skin. Tonight was perfect to tell a sweet sorrowful story. I looked at him, and our eyes met. I looked away. If I stare at his gaze, my memories might wipe off tonight. If I want to tell him my story, I wouldn’t have to even glance at him. We have been seated here for a couple of minutes now, I haven’t started my story, yet he doesn’t look pissed off. Was he a patient’s agent? I swallowed hard, cleared my throat, and a slight sigh, then I was ready to begin my story.

“My name is Ginevra Bianchi. I lost my father in a ghastly car accident before I was born. I lost my mother in a fire outbreak when I was five years old. Only I and my older sister survived the incident,” I began. I looked at him to see if he was following. Sure he was. I continued in flashback.

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After the death of our parents, my ten years old sister took it upon herself to protect me, sort out my needs, and give me the best of what she could offer. I wasn’t honestly grateful, nothing was enough for me. I wanted my mother back. I wanted to be like other girls, be with my parents, go to the best school, eat the best meal, and live the kind of life I wanted. My sister was obsessed with my safety, she hardly allowed me out. She would rather spend money on home tutors than allow me to attend a school as normal kids do. She tried her best to give me what I wanted.

I learned to appreciate my sister the day I was almost abducted by bad guys. I snuck out of the house at night when I thought she was fast asleep. Fear crept its way into me as I reached outside. I wanted to be free for that moment. I sat down on the staircase to the entrance. The stars shone brightly. The weather was a bit chilly. I loved the way the stars smiled back at me. As I sat there, mesmerized by the magnificent attitude of the stars, I heard a whooshing sound coming from a small forest beside our house. I jerked up, and the sound persisted, moving closer. I gasped with a cower which landed me on the tiled entrance staircase. I stood up immediately. I turned to the door, and before my hand grabbed the door handle, a hand came up my mouth, muffling my scream. The person wrapped his other arm around my body and began dragging me away. I was screaming mumbly. I struggled. He was strong. He wasn’t the only one, they were two others. Before they succeeded in taking me away from our compound, my sister showed up. She stood fiercely like a warrior, she was wearing a black hoodie jacket with two daggers gripped firmly in her hands.

“Let the girl go!” she commanded with a groaning voice. One of the guys charged at her, and the moment he neared, he froze in his tracks. I was confused, and so was everyone except my sister. The bad guy staggered back, and he fell. Dead. My sister stabbed him. She pulled off the dagger from the dead guy’s stomach. I shrieked with fear. The one holding me dropped me down in an instant. As my sister charged at them, screaming ferociously, they fled off into the woods. I was seated on the floor, hands dropped by my sides, scared, and guilty. My sister turned to go inside, I jerked myself up and followed her inside. She was angry, she banged on the wooden table with her fist.

“What were you doing outside?” she yelled at me. Tears fell from my eyes. She wasn’t only angry but scared. She was scared to lose me the same way she lost our parents. I ran into her arms.

“I’m sorry!” I cried in her arms.

That was all I could say at the moment. She hesitated before wrapping her arms around my body. Her hot tears burned my skin a bit. From then onward, I respected my sister’s way of keeping me safe. No family, no friends, just the two of us.

Years swept by. I was an adult now. Despite that, my sister still fought for my safety. She was my only family, my only friend. I couldn’t thank her enough for everything. Our relationship turned more into a telepathic feeling. Whenever she’s sad, I can’t be happy. When she’s far away, I feel lonely, a part of me will be gone. My lovely sister’s name is Luna Bianchi, a parent, a friend, a defender, and my guardian.

AUTHOR’S NOTE ❤️💖💞

Hey, lovelies! Don’t be bored, it’s just getting started. You are certainly gonna love it. See you in the next chapter.