Sharon sighed as she looked out the window, where she wished she could be. "This is sooo boring. Can't we play outside for just ONE day, Christina?" Christina, her older, over-protective sister, put her hand on her sister's shoulder.
"Sorry Sharon, the answer's still no!"
"You go outside all the time, and don't come back till like, 3 in the afternoon! Where do you go till then anyways?"
"School of course."
"Can I go with you sometime?"
"Nah, you'd probably get bored anyways."
"Oh please, how do you know?"
"Trust me, you're better off here."
"Meh..." Sharon walked off with a pencil and paper, and went to her room. "It's not like I don't know why you never let me leave the house," Sharon muttered. She started doodling on the paper, a girl who looked very similar to Christina, but with pixie-like lime green wings and a strange attire-- the Angel of Achievement. "I've died too many times to have forgotten anything..." Just then she heard Christina from the other room.
"Are you still up? It's like... 1 in the morning!"
"Well, YOU'RE still up!"
"Because I always go to sleep when you do, of course!"
"Gah, I'm not a baby anymore you know..."
"Well, there's no one else left to take care of you, so you're like a baby to me, at least."
"Yeah, but-- oh fine, good night Christina."
"Be sure to properly prepare for bed!"
"I know..." Sharon sighed. "This is crazy, she's beyond motherly..." Just then though, her moment of comic relief was interrupted by a frightening flashback of what happened just before this life started.
--"He told me to meet him at the bridge... where IS he?!" Her steps were fast-paced and she was breathing heavily. "They're following me, I know it... there's no time for this..!" Just then a rock inopportunely interrupted her rush. Tears formed in her eyes. "Why am I doing this..? Why did my heart beat just so suddenly... f-for..." But just then, she looked up, and saw him, running to her. "T..Tu... Tuck..er..!" She was so happy at that moment, she hadn't even realized... she was already dead. --
Sharon shuddered at the memory, but quickly realized, "But... how did I die..? I didn't die from the fall... could it have possibly been..?" But the memory was exhausting on her. She fell asleep in mid-thought. She could feel herself whispering in her sleep, slight tears falling from her eyes. Meanwhile, a voice in the night pierced the silence of the house that Sharon and Christina alone lived in.
"...That muttering, those tears... why do they sound so familiar?"
*****
The next morning Christina woke up to find Sharon looking ill from depression almost.
"Sharon, are you okay? You look terrible!" At first Sharon had no idea what Christina was talking about, until she saw her colorlessly pale face outlined with dried tears.
"Ah... I think it was just a bad dream..." Christina bit her lip, as if wondering whether or not to ask about the dream. Being motherly as she was, Christina felt the need to know everything going on with her little sister. Sharon could tell the worry upon her sister of course. "It wasn't real, just something crazy my imagination came up with. Of course it wasn't real..." Sharon felt like she was speaking nonsense. A little more gibberish, then she collapsed back onto her bed. Christina went to the phone and called the school office to say she was going to be absent to take care of Sharon for the day. They knew about the situation of Christina and Sharon, how both their parents were dead, and how Christina was like Sharon's mother because of that, so her absences for Sharon's sake were excused. Christina went back to Sharon's room with ice, and stayed to watch her condition till she woke up.
"It's about time, you're running a fever. What's wrong?" Sharon passed a worried glance away from Christina, as if trying to avoid the question.
"It's nothing, really..." Christina wasn't satisfied, but she decided to let Sharon be for the moment. "Well, I'm going to... take care of some work outside. Will you be okay alone?" Sharon nodded her head. Once Christina left the room, Sharon's mind ran insane with another flashback.
--"Wow, that was fun! You're alright, Tucker, you know that?" Tucker smiled with satisfaction.
"I'm glad you had fun..." For just a moment, they simply stared into each others' eyes. Somehow, they had the same impulse to hold one another tightly... "You know who I am, and I know who you are... are we going to..?" A tear fell from Sharon's face in acknowledgment.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... Tucker..? Will you promise me something?"
"Anything."
"In that case..." --
Sharon fell back into a deep sleep, where the memory continued in her dreams. A prying eye looked through her window, but was suddenly assaulted by none other than Christina-- well, no, the drawing Sharon had made last night-- the Angel of Achievement.
"What are you doing here?!" Christina held her twin blades up to what looked like a young girl's neck.
"Oh~... someone's vicious!" The little girl taunted. She kicked the blades away, then grabbed for thin air... where a giant boomerang with a sharpened edge appeared in her hand. "Nico was just looking at the sad chick cry~! Pathetic little thing if you ask me..." Christina's blood boiled, and she leaped at the little girl-- Nico. Nico thrust the giant boomerang at her furious target. Christina barricaded herself with the twin blades, but the boomerang pushed her up against a nearby tree. "Y'know, she probably already knows everything, no use taking anymore big hits to keep her 'blissfully unaware.' You're so stupid-- augh!" Christina thrust one of her blades into Nico's shoulder, causing blood to stain the white ruffles of her black, regal shirt.
"Shut up, and get away from this house, NOW, or I rip your entire shoulder off!" Nico painfully agreed, and ran away. "...But it's true... oh, Sharon, I'm sorry, but I have to be this protective, because... I remember now..." Christina muttered to herself, then ran back to Sharon's room, hoping the commotion hadn't woken her up.
