Sarah

Ariel.  As I slept I had visions of her.  She was laughing at me.  She made 
jokes of how I hid in the dirt.  I was fit to be only an earth worm.  I was 
never to be what she is.  I could never be what she is.  I was a mistake.

Then the dream changed.  She had her hands on my throat.  She was choking me.  
My air was cut off.  I couldn't breathe.  I was fading away, passing out, losing
the life I had been given.  

I open my eyes and was beginning to have a convulsion.  The dirt around me was 
shaking off of me, and I could already begin to feel the sunlight's rays scolding
my flesh, melting it away from me.  Then the last bit of dirt fell away from my
face and I seen the sky above me.  It was dark.  The sun was laid to rest, and
well I coudn't breath the night air, but I could feel it brush across my skin.
She was nowhere I could see.  Yet that didn't mean she wasn't there.  I wouldn't
be able to see her, unless she wanted me to.  

I pulled myself out of my shallow grave, and went to the house.  Sarah was still
crying.  I could hear her tears as I silently crept up the spiraling stairway 
until I reached the upper hallway.  At the end I knew was her room.  I made my
way into it, and eased to the side of her crib.  

She stopped crying for a moment to look at me.  I could see that she was thirsty.
She probably had been crying all day.  

Then she started crying again.  Now worse than ever.  She didn't care how much
her throat was dry and soar.  I could see in her eyes that she recognized me for
what I was, and it terrofied her baby mind.  Yet what was to come of her, if I 
was not to be the one take care of her.  

The cops.  Sure they had not found the house, yet.  They did not of my massacre,
and when they did learn they would put her away in adoptive services.  Still I 
did not want that for my sister.  She has not done anything wrong to me or any
one else.  She is the one part of my family that needed to stay alive.  For the
sake of what was me.  

She was still so innocent.  

"I can help you."