I snapped back to reality, the kind face of the nurse stared back at me, blurred by my tears. “Ally,” I hoarsely whispered, my voice cracking in the middle of my beloved sisters name. “Ally” I croaked again, this time with more strength as I slipped further and further away from my unconscious state. “Where’s Ally?” I demanded, my voice was loud now, I was nearly shouting, thinking much more clearly, even with the growing panic clouding my mind. I stared into the kind faced nurses eyes desperately seeking some reassurance, some kind of miracle which meant that she was ok.

“I’m sorry” the nurse replied. Her voice was now strung with melancholy and sympathy.

“w-what do you mean?” I stuttered. My voice was thick due the lump in my throat, and my tears were gathering in my eyes. “where is my sister? I want to see her.” I demanded, refusing to believe the horrible fear clouding my mind.

“I’m sorry,” the nurse repeated, sympathy clear on her face “Ally… Ally passed away”

It felt like I’d been punched in the stomach, I could feel my world caving in on me and I strained under the weight of it. There must be a mistake. They must have the wrong girl. that’s it, that explains everything. Something went wrong in the hospital, I’m sure stuff like this happens all the time. And when I get home I’ll tell Ally all about it and we might even laugh, how foolish of me to think she was actually gone. She can’t be, she’s so young. She can’t be… Can she?
second part of my story, just wrote it then and it hasn't been edited so sorry if you don't like it. feedback? thanks(: x