White & Black

" Mom , it's okay . I love you , bye ."

I hit the red button indicating end call , tears blinding my vision , falling on the screen of my phone as I keep it away safely in my purse .

I sigh , reminding myself I need to be strong repeatedly for the thousand time in the last few days .

I just feel so confused with everything that has happened in the last three days , it's been a blur and the longest days of my life all at the same time .

As I said confused as fuck , what I considered as a blessing has turned into a nightmare .

I don't know how or why , but ever since I was a small kid , I could always tell people for who they truly are .

White is good , black is evil .

I very rarely see whites but I very rarely see blacks too . Most people are usually a shade of grey , like my step dad and my lil brother .

My mother and older sister has always been close to white , which makes sense as they are always devoting their time helping out at the homeless shelters and hosting various charities .

But this all changed when I was called in early from my summer camp because of a family emergency , I thought someone must have fallen sick , that was my wildest guess but oh how wrong I was .

When I came home later that night , I found that my older sister Ivy was found dead by the trees in our backyard , the police said she had been asphyxiated and showed signs of rape .

Everybody was devastated , I will never forget my mother's Cries when she told me , it came as a shock to me , I didn't believe her , I thought somebody was playing a prank on me , for the first ten minutes I was just starting at the faces of my mother and lil brother to just jump up and be like ,

" Boo ! We got you !" , But that never came , but then when I saw a body being taken by the cops in a stretcher covered in a yellow plastic bag , I didn't care , I just ran to it and opened the chain , what I say let's just say I'll take to my grave .

My sweet sister who's never even harmed a fly lay there her face a nauseating shade of blue and grey , she laid there lifeless with angry red marks on her cheeks and necks , at least those were the ones I saw . It was a horrific scene , the cops took me away from her and zipped her bag pulling it over her head , but it was too late I had already seen her , my beautiful pure sister .

At that moment it hit me , she's gone , I'll never see her again , never talk to her , I'll never see her smile and I fell to my knees , a crying sobbing mess trying to understand what happened and just wanting my sister back .

My mom came and sat beside me on the side of the road with my lil brother who I'm probably sure didn't understand what just happened like me or maybe he did , I didn't know , but we all sat there hugging and crying .

To the cops went , night changed into morning , we just sat there .

Fast forward to two days later or today , it was her funeral , honestly it was beautiful , me and mom had done the best we could do .

We called her friends , her children from the orphanage she used to run , all the people she knew , all relatives and basically everyone who cared .

Everyone gave their condolences and cried , I don't know they really were sad or to they just faked it , I didn't care , I was way too busy taking care of my crying shuddering mother .

Honestly I just wanted to run from there , drink till I forget her name and my name , vomit on a stranger and pass out somewhere .

I remember how relived I was when my friends came and finally took my mother to her room to calm down .

" You look like you've been to hell and back " Amanda had said , I would've laughed if I wasn't feeling like that exactely , but I just nodded trying hard not to break down.

" Where's Gary ? Shouldn't he be helping out with his ." She asked indicating my step father .

" Yep he should be , but he's was in Australia when this happened , the moment got to know he jumped on a plane , he's gonna be here soon now ."

" Take a break , the casket is gonna arrive soon , you'll need your strength , then , we'll handle these snobs till then ." She said and had pushed me out the door .

I went outside the church and just sat on the nearest bench away from everyone's sight and finally let the tears fall .

I hadn't cried in the last two days , I kept myself busy thinking about others , getting flowers , venue , dresses , everything .

But before I could think about anything , I caught sight of the dark red wooden casket , again I wiped off my tears reminded myself , I need to be strong for them and walked towards the church.

When I first saw her , in her casket , sleeping , she finally looked beautiful , finally like my sister , peaceful but what caught my notice was the aura around her , it was pure white , I gasped and stumbled back it was blinding but so beautiful .

In my heavy chest , I don't know where it came from but i finally got a feeling that she's fine , she's in a better place and wherever she is , she's happy .

After three long days for the first time I smiled and turned to give the other people standing on the aisle chance to see her .

Exactly when I turned around , standing there were my step father and my brother .

I gasped again in shock and fear and fell to my knees , my eyes closing as I heart skipped a beat , when I opened my eyes again he was still surrounded with a pitch black aura .

My stepfather was surrounded by a pitch black aura , it even hurt to look at him .

Before I could process this , came a voice from my mom .

" Honey , are you okay ?

I realized then how I must have looked in front of them , especially my stepfather who looked suspiciously at me .

" Avery ...?" His dark voice came but before he could finish I picked myself up and forced out of my mouth ..

" Yeah , yeah , knee cramp , sorry , continue ."

I said looking directly in his eyes with a small smile .

I hoped he didnt know , that I knew it was his fault , he did this to my sister .

I hoped he didnt know , I was coming for him , that I won't stop until I destroy him .

After that I just ran to my room as descreetely as possible , packed a small bag and booked a ticket for New York where my paternal grandma lived and hopped on a cab , and therefore came the voice mail to my mother telling my mom that I couldn't handle it anymore and was going to Grandma's .