The Other Side

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Somebody is on the other side.
I can feel it.
The warmth of her rythmic hands makes my head spin.
Even though I don't know her, I love her.
Who is she?
I want to see her but I can't.
She is on the other side of the mirror, dancing to a hip hop song.
I wanted to dance with her but I couldn't.
I didn't have the guts to do that.
Suddenly, I heard a thump.
For some reason, I could see vividly through the mirror now.
Or was I imagining it?
She fell, and was praying.
What was wrong with her?
Abruptly,she pulled out a pocketknife out from her purse.
She stroke her arm posthaste as I'f ripping off a bandaid.
I didn't have any guts, but she did.
Was she on drugs or under stress?
I tried to run to her but bounce off the mirror.
I need her.
She needed me.
We were...... Family.
She was my sister.
The one my mom never told me about.
I had lost my sister.
Could I have stalled her?
Get her to notice me?
I will never be able to live with myself knowing that I didn't try.





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