My sister was being annoying when I woke up. She was hiding under my bed, giggling. When I asked what she was doing, she said she was playing hide-and-go-seek. I spoke to her in a groggy voice, saying, “I don’t want to play now.”
I jumped on the bed, trying to scare her out from underneath but it didn’t work. Finally I got down on the floor and reached my hand under the bed, hoping to grab her but she eluded me. I peeked under the bed and saw her black eyes peering into mine. I pleaded with her, “It’s time to go, come out from under the bed!”
She smiled mockingly. I pushed myself further under the bed so that only my feet were exposed to the drafty air in my bedroom. I grasped her tiny, fragile wrist and she pulled my hair in return.
“I don’t want to play! Come on! Get out of there!” I said, aggravated and sick of her games.
“FINE!” she exclaimed, as if I was at fault.
And she easily slid out from under my bed. As I tried to shift my position, I quickly concluded that I was stuck. I saw her feet start to walk away from my bed.
“Wait! Come back!” I yelled. “I’m stuck! I’m really stuck under here! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. If you help me out, I’ll play with you, I promise! Just grab my arm and pull.”
I stuck out my arm from under the bed. I felt her soft hands grasp my arm and pull me out. I smiled at my sister and realized she was still clutching my arm.
“Thanks for helping me out, you can let go now.” I said, but she didn’t let go.
Her grasp tightened around my arm. “Ouch! You’re hurting me- let go!” Her nails sunk into my skin, drawing blood. I screamed.
My mother sprinted into the room. “What is it?” She kneeled at my side and gasped when she saw the blood.
She quickly got a box of tissues and pressed them again my skin. The tissues turned from pure white to sanguine.
“Sweetie?” Mother asked in her kindest voice. “What happened?”
“She grabbed me and wouldn’t let go.”
“Who grabbed you, sweetheart?”
“Mommy, it was my sister.” I looked at my mother and she looked confused.
“Mom, she grabbed my arm and she wouldn’t let go.” I looked around the room for her but she wasn’t there. “I swear she was here just a couple of seconds ago. She was hiding under the bed and….. and…” I looked up at my mother who’s skin was turning pale. “Mom what is it?” I asked.
“Honey,” she held my hands and I felt the warmth of her skin radiating against mine. “You don’t have a sister.” She took off the tissues to reveal deep nail marks indenting my skin.