Chapter 94

"We had a fight just a few minutes before she went down the hall. I had been so enraged and angry at her, I had been angry at the fact that she didn't seem to trust me enough to let me know exactly what was going on in her life, and so I decided not to follow her.

Normally what would have happened when we both got angry was, I would follow her down, or out the room, or she wherever she was going to, training her like a little shadow" she says the words with something of a fond rememberance. 

"But yet I decided not to, and she died the next minute" Alice says this explanation with nothing more than a few glistening tears in her eyes, and I know I have to come across the sort of people who do not show pain physically.

They do not show pain by crying their hearts out, instead they keep everything inside, they keep it all wrapped up, and the most that you will ever get out of them is a few glistening tears.

Her story is something that leaves me marveling and wondering at exactly how she can be this strong?, at such a young age, ever since she had been four, she had been taking combat lessons, lessons in which she broke bones on something of a daily basis, but yet she always pushed herself to train the next day.

She always pushed herself to keep on exceeding her parents expectations, to keep on exceeding even her own sister's expectations. The way she had described her sister would let you know that she had a sort of fierce love for her, she had the sort of love that I could only crave with my own siblings who were yet to come.

To her, her sister was her little saviour, her little fighter jet who would rain terror on anybody who dared to bully her. She told me of days in high school, days in which she would walk all around the huge French building they called school and look for her sister, while at the same time her sister was looking for her.

"Though she was oddly popular in school, she always seemed to have time for me". Those are the exact words that Alice had told me. I could feel each and every bit of pain and regret that she bore at arguing with her sister over something as trivial as a guy.

I can only imagine the sort of pain she would have felt later on, when she went into the hall to see her sister's crumpled body on the floor.

She told me she didn't even cry, or shed a tear, that was exactly what her sister would have shunned her for. 

You do not show your weakness in front of people who seek to hurt you, show them the strong parts of you, and keep the parts that they would never expect hidden. It seems like solid enough advice, except there's one flaw with it though. You do not show the parts of you that are hurting in front of other people, but it is always fundamental to let it out sometimes.

Emotions are not meant to be bottled up, I have learnt that the hard way.