I cried and cried. My little sister was gone.... forever. The nurse came in and said we could leave, which meant practically that she wanted us to leave.
What happened to her? How come she wouldn't wake up?
It looked like somebody had done something to her while she was asleep.
Like what?
It looked like somebody had beaten her many times.
That was why Jessy looked different when I saw her (besides the being white-skinned)! She had red marks all over her body.
But who would?
I knew it wasn't Brent, since he loved Jessy more then me. He never got mad at her, it was always me. It wasn't Mom, of course, since she loved Jessy with all her heart. And it wasn't me, since I like Jessy.
We don't know who did it.
That was no help at all. Nobody else was in the house except Mom, Brent, Jessy and I. Dad had run away from Mom a long time ago, when Jessy was born.
Let's go home.
Mom sounded grim.
Okay. What will we do with Jessy?
We can hold a funeral, if you want.
I'd never heard Mom speak those words before; 'If you want'. She'd never asked me what I wanted, until now.
I don't want to have a funeral, I want to have Jessy back!
We can't get her back, Amy.
I know.
By then I was crying more and more. But I followed mom and went home with her.