I lay sleeplessly in bed, staring at the ceiling while not being able to take my mind off of my sister. I wonder if she is still awake, or if she has found the ability to live without me. It has only been a few days, which makes me sound dramatic, but I cannot help but hope she misses me still. What if earlier she only got upset for a bit and now she is perfectly fine, perfectly asleep in her purple and blue bed. I cannot sleep not knowing how she is feeling; we used to tell each other everything.My eyes roll over to the clock. It is one o'clock in the morning.Silently groaning, in an attempt to not wake up Eric, I turn away from the pillow wall and sigh. I have to see her.Hesitantly, I slip out from underneath the bedding, and my toes brush against the cool, wood floor. Sitting up,

Slipping into the bedroom, I sneak over to my side of the bed once I spot Eric still asleep. The pillow wall has been torn down, as his arm is laying across the ruins. Sighing, I climb on the bed and start to reconstruct the divider, but Eric grabs onto me and surprisingly pulls me over to him, holding me snugly against his body. With my eyes wide open, I make no sudden movements.I lay frozen in his arms, and soon enough I realized that he is thankfully sleeping despite what just happened. My mouth is hanging open, and my limbs do not know what to do. His scent invades my nose, causing me to relax on instinct.My eyes begin to drift closed even though I am mentally fighting to keep them open. Darkness consumes me, and I have never felt more comfortable in my life as if the bed has suddenly transformed into a cloud on a breezy day.

"Yeah." Caroline scoots closer to me. "You kinda did."   Eric sighs and runs a hand through his hair, then looks to me. "You're alright?"   "Alright? She's the one that just tackled him to the ground," Caroline dramatically motions to me, though I am right beside her. "You literally charged at him like a bull."   I shrug. "I just got infuriated, really quickly. He deserved it."   "Hell yeah he did," she chuckles.   "Alright," Eric grabs our attention. "Besides attacking Landon, did you two need anything?""Isabella just asked me to show her

Water pours down in thousands of warm drops; they drop by my side as I lean against the cool tiled wall. The steamy waters sensations make my surroundings look like a foggy illusion, almost thick enough to the point where it is hard to breathe. My knees threaten to buckle.   My hair sticks to my face and neck like wet clothing as my hands glide down my cheeks. "Everything is alright," I mumble to myself. "She was just a mean little girl who wanted to hurt you because she was hurting herself."   After working the conditioner into my hair and letting it soak in, I step under the current, letting it massage my scalp and upper back. "You're a caring, pretty, and lovable girl; you have a mate, you are not alone."   "Isabella?"

I charge down the stairs with the same feelings I felt for Landon before I tackled him to the hard ground. Quickly, I aim for the kitchen where I find Eric leaning against the counter drinking water. "Isabella, how did things—"I interrupt him with tears of fury streaming down my face. "You bastard!" I shout and snatch the nearest thing before chucking it at him.Immediately Eric's face shifts, and he dodges the fruit bowl that was flying towards his head. "What are you doing?" He yells at me."I never want to see your face again!" I cry just as Caroline jumps into the room and grabs my hand. "Don't touch me! Both of you, just stay away from me!"I strive for the door and swing it open before slamming it shut. Feelings of betray