For The Love Of A Sister

For The Love Of A Sister

What if everything you held dear was destroyed, would you keep the will to live and preserve or would you give up and fall into a world of gray, where you don't know who you are anymore? Most of us would like to think we would preserve but we don't know, can't know, until the unthinkable happens...

When the ones you hold dear are hurt, seemingly beyond repair, a part of yourself dies. You have to remain strong for them, but you're breaking down slowly. What can you do now?

Chapter 23

The Verdict

"And under red lights
I'll show myself it wasn't forged
We're at war, we live like this

Keep me safe inside
Your arms like towers
Tower over me

'Cause we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence
And oh, the promise we adored?
Give us life again
'Cause we just wanna be whole."

"We Are Broken"~ Paramore

"Sophie," I hear my mothers voice say as her heels click-clack against the bathroom floor. "I know you're in there. Please come out. It's almost over. They are going to call the verdict in fifteen minutes." I hear something sliding down and shaking sobs.

That's impossible. My mom didn't cry. It just didn't happen. She never let us see if she was upset, she didn't want us to worry. I open the stall door and I see that the impossible has happened. My mom was on the floor, hugging her knees, sobbing. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her mascara was running. However she looked like she could care less.

"Mom?" I ask hesitantly. "Are you okay?" I immediately wince. Of course she wasn't 'okay'. Were any of us 'okay'? I slide down next to her. "Mom, I love you." I don't know why I said it, but it seemed right.

"I love you too, Soph-Soph," she says using my old baby name. "I've been to hard on you," she sobs. "It's hard for all of us but you are only sixteen- fifteen when it happened." She takes a shaky breath. "I'm sorry. Sophie," she starts sobbing again and I throw my arms around her.

"Mommy," I say, a word I haven't said since I was eight. "It's not your fault. It was hard on you too. I love you."

My mom keeps sobbing though. I bush back a lock of her hair and wipe away a single tear. "Mom, you see that star?" I ask pointing to a nonexistent star on the ceiling. "That's a guardian from harm."

"I love you
And that star does too."

I'm singing a song my mom used to sing to Piper and me when we were little and had nightmares. My voice isn't very strong but I remember the tune and the words.

"Imagine a field
And it's filed with poppies,
Daisies, lilies, and blue skies.
You run free and strong.
Filled with love.

That star watches over you,
Just like I do,
You're safe,
You're warm,
I'll protect you from harm."

I look at my mom in surprise, she joined in with the last line. And she was continuing to sing the old comfort song with me.

"Look at that guardian,
It's there in light,
Even if you don't see it,
You just see it the dark best.
But it's always there,
I'm always there for you.
Why so scared?
You're loved,
By a daddy, a mommy,
A sister, teddy bears,
Friends and stars.
You're safe in my arms."

My mom gives a shaky laugh as the song finishes. "I didn't know you still remembered that," she says. "It wasn't a good song really."

"You made it for Piper and I," I say passively. "It's the best song in the entire world."

"Remember how 'teddy bears' were 'dolls' at first?" My mother asks me with a small smile.

"And we changed it because dolls made Piper flip out. It was really kind of funny how scared she was of those things when she was younger."

"You were scared of the color orange," my mom reminds me with a small smile. I have to laugh at that, and I'm so stressed I am unable to stop. My mom looks at me like I was crazy and then joined in.

"We should get ourselves cleaned up," my mom says once she regained her composer. She picks up a paper towel and wets it in the sink. "We're a mess," she says only half jokingly as she scrubs her face, getting the mascara trails off. I wipe my face off again too. Soon we are both decent and we leave and head back into the court. I've been out for a little over two hours. Every time I thought about going back in, the tears came back. This time with my mom walking beside me, they didn't.

"You okay Sophie?" My dad asks me giving me a hug. "Rosanna?"

"We're fine Gavin," my mother replies.

"All rise," the bailiff calls and the judge enters the room. Once he has sat down we follow in his lead. One of the jury members is standing up and and talking. He is talking but the only words that matter are the last ones. And those last words aren't three, but two.

They were;

"Not guilty."

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter! But hey, I did two in a day! So this story is almost over! You just saw my pathetic attempt for a dramatic climax.

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