“Amara! Please, Open your eyes, I’m here! Just...just please hold on! The ambulance is coming. Just hold on sis, you’re going to be fine!”

The paramedics come instant to check up on her.

It’s a gunshot wound right in her heart, she’s losing air!

Quick, the charges!

The doctors do their best to make her breath again. They lay her on the ambulance’s bed and gives her every single treatment they could give.

I sit right beside her, my hands covered in blood.

“Amara, please,” I hold her hand trying to make my sister feel that I still need her.

“Please, don’t give up now! Please.”

Suddenly, I hear a pinching constant tone from the monitor.

“No! Amara?! NO...NO NO NO!!”

“Please ma’am, please, give her some space,” one of the paramedic tries to pull me back from her as I watch my sister lay there, breathless.

“AMARA!” I still held her close in my arms. Not letting go ever.

And finally, filled with desire to avenge her, I open my eyes.

“I swear on my death, Amara. I’ll avenge you. I’ll kill the one who did this to you. I swear.”

“I’ll kill our father, Oliver Abel, myself!”

--6 months early--

“Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Miss Anastasia Abel, Happy fucking birthday to you!”

All my friends cheer.

“Amara, at least don’t swear today.” I say to my sister.

“Oh, just blow the candle!” One of my friends says.

“Still, I just..”

“Oh, cut the cake!”

I roll my eyes at her and do what she says.

“Yay! Happy 23rd, Anastasia. What did you wish for?”

“Wait, did I have to do that? I don’t know.”

“Oh, come on, just tell us!”

I pull some of them into a big group hug and make them pick their glasses of drinks.

“I wished for all of us to be together, always.”

“Especially with you, Amara,” I tease my sister.

“Now why is that?!”

“So that I enjoy my life till I reach the age of 50 and you work harder for money that you’ll give me.”

“You’re the worst sister ever, you know that?”

“But you still love me, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I still love you.”

“Hey, we didn’t come on this freaking island to cry out for some music and f*cking party!”

We all started laughing as all us girls sways our bodies together. It was such a delicate moment to enjoy. I was there with my proper family, not the ones who just pretended to be.

While everyone was dancing and literally drunk humping each other, Amara walked up to me.

“Hey, why the long face?”

“It’s nothing, really.”

“You’re my damn sister and you think you can lie to my face?”

“It’s stupid, Amara. Look, I know our parents don’t give a squat about us. But I needed them to be here on one of my birthdays at least.”

“I know they f*cking hate me since Nana made me inherit each one of their family business before she passed away, but...”

“Ann, look. I know how you feel, okay? I know. But look where you are and who you’re with. You have some much more to look forward to. So just screw them.”

“You’re really in the mood, aren’t you?” I tease Amara.

“Oh, these drinks are hitting every spot in me. Come on, dance with me.”

“Oh, no no no-“

Amara takes both my hands in hers and leads me to the dance floor. We swung, twerked until our feet hurt as if they were covered with lava.

After hours of screwing around with my girlfriends, I go back to the house to take a leak.

“I’ll...I’ll be there..” I try to say some words.

“What?” Amara shouted, trying to hear what I was saying.

“I gotta pee, I’ll freshen and be back okay?”

“Haha, okay, come soon, we still have to do another cake.”

I smile as I barely walk. I go straight into my room and closed the door behind me.

“I can’t believe Amara bought this island for me,” I laugh as I put on some lipstick.

--Back at the party--Amara--

“Hey, Sash? Have you seen Ann?” I ask.

“No, I haven’t why?”

“She said she had to use the loo, but she hasn’t come back. She’s gone for like 30 minutes now.”

“Maybe she passed out,”

“Maybe,”

I walk around and try to look for her, asking more of our friends.

“Beth, Anastasia talked to you on her way to the bathroom, right? Did she tell you if she was going somewhere else?”

“No, just the loo. Why?”

“Dude, she hasn’t come back yet.”

I panic because I asked every single one of them and no one has seen Ann for like half an hour now.

“Hey, calm down. She must have passed out somewhere.” Beth tries to calm me.

“She only had f*cking 3 drinks, and they were all light, Beth.”

“Okay, let’s go check her room, and the rest of us will search the house. You stay here in case she comes back, okay?”

“Okay, Okay.”

They all go search for Anastasia. I was trying her number again and again, and it was switched off.

“Oh, f*ck!”

I still didn’t give up. Maybe she was around somewhere on the island. Maybe she was just playing a game.

“Amara,” Beth comes rushing towards me.

“Did you find her?”

“No, her room’s locked. You have the key to her room, right?”

“Yeah-yeah, I-f*ck. Let’s just go.”

We both ran towards her room and every single of us was standing right in front of it.

I open it up, and everything looked normal. The bedsheet was sober, the windows were locked and even her plants were okay.

“Anastasia? Ann! Where the f*ck are you?!”

“Okay,” Beth comes rushing into the room.

“I searched the kitchen, garage, backyard and even the fucking storeroom. S-she’s not here, Amara. She’s not here.”

“Okay, everybody just calm down, okay?” Jay says.

“Did you check in the bathroom?”

Everyone signs no, and I rushed towards the door.

“It’s f*cking jammed!” I start banging on the door rapidly, thinking Ann may have collapsed.

“Ann, open the door! Are you hurt? Ann, please just open the door!”

“Amara, here, just f*cking break it down!” Beth says.

She passes me a hammer and everyone takes a few steps back. I smashed the lock and break it. After several tries, the door breaks open.

Some of us instantly rush inside, only to find the horrifying image in the mirror.

“What the f*ck is this?!”

With the help of Anastasia’s lipstick, there was something written in her bathroom mirror.

If you try to call the police, she’s dead.

If you try to pull anything that disrupts our plan, guess what? She’s dead.

If you’re thinking about where she is? Well, little birdie has been kidnapped.

So get me Oliver f*cking Abel if you want to Anastasia ALIVE.

With love,

Sin.