Natalia Feathorn
Natalia stared at Liz for a moment. She really wanted to tell the two of them about her sister, but the memories hurt so much. After a couple of moments, she said slowly,
"My sister will never be here." Her heart hurt for a moment as she thought about her little sister.
"My sister...she wasn't like me." An image of Myrna appeared in her mind, smiling and happy.
"I speak of her in past tense because...because she died." Natalia bit her lower lip to hold in the tears. She could feel them brewing in her eyes, but she blinked them away.
"One time...one time, she and I were walking in the woods, and there was junk all over the forest floor. So I was warning her...I told her, 'Myrna, don't run...it's slippery here'..." She felt her stomach turn to ice as the vision returned. A tear slipped out of her eye, but she didn't take notice of it, nor did she notice that her body was quivering.
"She slipped in the mud, and I tried to save her, I really did-" Natalia knew now that the tears were flowing freely. She looked from Formosa to Liz and continued,
"- she fell...and she fell so fast, right onto this stick...a big one, too. It went through her, and I couldn't save her." Regret and despair swirled through her mind. She felt relieved, getting it off her chest, but she never would have guessed that it would hurt more to tell then to hold it in.
She began shaking uncontrollably and turned away, trying to hide her shame and sadness. She had failed Myrna, just like she'd failed her parents. Embarrased about breaking down in front of them, she covered her face from them, trying to calm herself down, but there was no way.