I was walking in the rain and it felt like I was a child of innocence who just lost her toy. I felt the cold breeze wrapping around me. Drops of rain dampen my clothes, my whole body. I suddenly felt the thorns prickling my bare feet. Because of the its toxic sap, it made me feel dizzy.
Then I reached the house, the place where I've found out the mystery of friendship, a place where I first met the five strings’ holder. I could feel the shaking of my knees. Without much ado, I knocked the door. But no one responded. I again made some trials, until my last strength. And my world went black. My mind went blank. I couldn't process the words in my mind. I couldn't hear anything but the sound of someone's heartbeat.
I was trying to open my eyes to see who's that mysterious one, the one who opened the door. And the one who offered her arms for me.
I heard the whisper in my ears telling me, "Shhh! Now that I'm here, everything will be alright. Trust me."
She caressed my face, and wiped the mess around it. I could feel her gentle flowered bud-like hands. I could smell her scent. To rise the temperature in my body, she wrapped her arms around me. Then she offered the warmest blanket to ease the coldness that surrounded me. I have nothing to do but to wear my perfect smile. I couldn't help myself but admire her. She's the sweetest. She's a pain reliever, she is.
I never thought how my world revolves around her light.
Every time I knock her mysterious door, she always let me get inside. She always makes me feel special. She always tells stories with happy endings. She's a food provider, a crying shoulder. She never failed to make me smile. She always turns the negativity enveloping my mind into positive. She makes me cry, not because of madness. She makes me cry, not because of sadness.
I love the way she utters the sweetest words, the way she pinches my cheeks, the way she paints her perfect smile on her face. And the way she calls my precious name. She's my guardian angel. She's the one who wipes my tears. She's my fairy god mother. She's Clarisa, my sister.
It was a stormy night. And it was already nine in the evening. I reached the house. I was just like a mess when I entered the room. I immediately knocked the door. I knocked her door countless times. But she never responded. I felt the pounding of my heart. I could feel something strange. I decided to open her door.
I was thunderstruck when I saw crumpled sheets of paper scattered on the floor. The mess of spilled chocolate drink, the tangled five strings of guitar, and the stains of blood on her favorite shirt.
My heart felt like it was turning into pieces. I saw her crying and shaking. I immediately ran after her and hugged her tight, and tighter. It was like my whole world collapsed as I looked into the eyes of the most beautiful girl in town.
I can't lose her, I can't. I will never let. She's only sick, but not rotten. She's only sick, but she's a warrior, she will always win the fight.
I caressed her forehead through my lips. She will be alright, soon. So I waited until dawn. When I opened my eyes, I saw her wearing her perfect smile.
And then she whispered, "I'm now okay."
I wrapped my arms around her. Tears went down my face. I won't let anyone take her away from me, I won't. No one could ever dare to hurt her because she's my sister, she's Clarissa. She is, yes she is. And I love her.