B-Mork

I raced home, knowing what the consequence would be if I were late. As I entered the house, I found it virtually abandoned. I felt ill at ease and I could feel my pulse quicken. I immediately thought of my sister, my poor, innocent sister. If anything were to happen to her I would never let myself live it down. What if Mr. Alistaire contacted my uncle! Why hadn't I lied to him about what was happening? Did I tell him too much? I knew my uncle would be upset but I never though he would dare take his frustrations out on her. After frantically searching the house, I discovered a note on the kitchen counter that read: "Baden, Your sister fell

I awoke the next morning later than I had expected. I had never been one to indulge by sleeping in. I attempted to rise, urging my muscles to work in unison, but I was too sore and weakened from my wounds. After I allowed myself to lie there and gather my strength, I decided it best to go to my bathroom and assess the damage of the previous night's happenings. It seemed like an eternity, the journey to the bathroom that resided merely ten feet from my bed. Each step took an inestimable amount of effort. Upon reaching my bathroom I became rather lightheaded and was forced to grab onto the counter. My vision began to blacken and I began to feel

I sat there in my desolate room, my only companion being the gentle and melodic hum of the computer beside me. Anxiously I glanced to the clock alongside my bed. It was late. "He should be home by now," I said under my breath. I rose from my chair and began to pace the room. Becoming frustrated by my efforts I threw myself onto my bed. Why was I doing this to myself? I tossed and contorted my body into any position possible to help me sleep, but my efforts were in vain. Feeling as though any sleep tonight would be unfathomable for me, I elected to assure myself of my sister's wellbeing. "This is idiotic," I thought to myself, "She's fine." Ne