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My Sisters Keeper

The world is dark. Not a splash of color in sight. I can barely make out the muffled sobs that seem so far away. Who is crying? Why are they crying? I try to remember, and her beautiful smiling face comes to mind. Anna. Oh, Anna. This scene is so familiar. It feels just like all my other operations, all those other transplants and surgeries. But I know this time is different, because of Anna. When I wake up, she wont be here, smiling, with a scar to match mine. Anna is dead. And as the details of her accident catch up with me, I go under again. A pair of cerulean orbs stare back at me, glistening with the sheen of tears, preparing to fall. Theres no denying the blond prickly hair that is returning o her head (yet again). She is wearing a black dress, fit for a funeral. My name is Kate Fitzgerald, I am sixteen and diagnosed with acute promyelocytic leukemia and I should not be alive. Yet, here I am preparing for the wrong persons funeral. I slowly rest my palm on my most recent scar, tracing where they put Annas kidney in my body, not knowing that it is working for the wrong person. I slowly raise my hand to check my pulse, watching as my reflection copies my movements. I can feel her blood, pumping through my veins. Keeping me alive.

Kate is carefully descending the stairs, with our mom by her side, their eyes brimming with tears. There have been a lot of those lately. Coming from all around, including me. Jesse, can you please help your sister get down the stairs? my mother scolds, her scratchy voice calling out to me, as I slowly make my way towards them. Your father is just going to meet us there, she says. Trying to conceal the hurt, that is clearly about to boil over. Dads been out a lot lately, working overtime at the firehouse though I wouldnt blame him, especially with the palpable levels of grief that have flowing through this (seemingly too big) house, lately. The bitter irony seeps in, again. Anna had worked so hard for medical emancipation, so that our parents couldnt make her donate any more of her organs or stem cells only to be rendered brain dead in a car accident, just a half hour after she had won her court case.

I slowly watch from the passenger seat, as the droplets chase each other down the window, leaving a trail of droplets in their wake. Mom. Were here, Jesse says, pulling me from my daze, as he pulls an umbrella out from the glove compartment. Oh, yes. Of course, I say, but hes already gone, opening Kates door for her

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as she gets out of the car, before returning to me. Thank you, Jesse, I whisper. Before spotting Campbell and Julia, and gingerly making my way over to them, as Jesse and Kate go to find their father carefully running through the rain. Sara, I am so sorry. I can hardly express my sorrow. I hope, someday youll be able to forgi Campbell says, before I cut him off. Its okay. It wasnt your fault, it was pouring and you couldnt see anything in the rain I shouldve brought her along with us to the hospital, or fought you harder on the case. If it werent for you, Kate wouldnt be here right now, with Annas kidney, I say. The guilt pouring into me for the umpteenth time today. Anna was going to give Kate her kidney anyways. I just got it where it was intended to go Campbell explains, speaking with unshed tears in his eyes. Nevertheless, thank you, I whisper, letting all the gratitude seep into my voice, as I blink back the tears that have been threatening to fall since this morning.

I see her before she sees me, she is talking to Campbell Alexander, Annas lawyer, who was coincidentally the driver I pulled out of the car, before discovering my brain dead daughter, sitting in the passenger seat. The anger I felt towards him then, is nothing like the pain I feel towards him now. All the memories that come flooding back of that dark and rainy afternoon, with just one glance at Campbell Alexander. I clutch the bottle in my hand, as I strode over to them, staring at my wifes slumped muscles my limbs feel like jelly, and I feel as though I might slip on the wet concrete. Dad! I hear as Jesse and Kate come towards me, dressed in black. Youre late, Kate exclaims, her eyes darting to the dark bottle in my hand. And youve been drinking again, she accuses. Whats it to you? I demand tersely, sounding harsher than I intended to. Brian! Youre late, Sara reprimands. Before wrinkling her nose, Oh no. Not again, she exclaims, her eyes widening in horror. Im perfectly fine, Sara. Lets just get this over with, already, I proclaim, annoyed with their constant staring, as though I might break at any given moment. I strode towards the church doors, before falling at the entrance, and quickly getting up again. See Sara? Im fine, I say, indignant... as I take a seat. Hey Brian, you okay? Julia asks Im really sorry about Anna... I know how much you loved her... Yes, Im fine, I reassure her, as a tear slowly cascades down my cheek. She was just so strong... and, I thought... yknow, that shed... live. I sob. Wanting to numb the pain. Listen, what happened to Anna was an accident, Julia says to me. And, I know you want to peg the blame on Campbell, but the thing is, if we wanted to pin the blame on someone, wed be here all day. I nod, knowing shes right, and wanting to believe it, but just incapable of convincing myself. I just need some time, I tell her. Knowing that that is the only thing that could possibly make things better.

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The ceremony is over and I dont feel any better. There was no closure, no special signs, no fireworks. Nothing. I glare out the car window, looking out at the sidewalk. The rain had stopped, the sun is winking down at earth, and the sky is a beautiful cloudless azure. In fact the only sign that it was ever raining at all were the quickly-evaporating puddles that dot the sidewalks my dad is snoring on my shoulder. Two little girls, must be at least eight or nine years old, jumping in and out of the puddles, splashing mud all over their matching yellow rain boots laughing as though they dont have a care in the world, quickly catch my attention. Which I suppose at that age, you really dont. I give a faint smile in their direction, reminded of my Anna, and how jovial and carefree she was. Though, annoying at times, as a sister can be, but still perfect all the same. I give a secret smile, knowing that not only do she and I share the same organs, and blood but she will always be a part of me, in my memories and in my dreams.

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