"It's been fucking years Leo! You're not going to find her!" Sparkles* exclaimes exasperatedly, throwing his arms in the air. I glare at him and huff.
It's one of these things were we fight, although were not really fighting, but in a way we are. It's weird, but he just really cares for me, I guess.
"Find who?" A voice pipes up. I whip my head around, only to find Smith poking his head through the door. I frown at him.
"What are you doing here?" I inquire, unsuccessfully trying to change the subject.
"Tell him, Leo." Sparkles* warns. I glower at him, before sighing, "We were talking about my baby sister." I state morosely.
"Technically, she's not a baby. She's 17." Sparkles* says. I glare back at him before stomping out of the room. Jesus Christ, these people were driving me nuts. Like, fucking crazy. But I loved them.
"Leo!" Smith calls. I ignore him and continue making my way down the hall, heading towards the lift. I hear footsteps behind me, but I block the sound out too. Smith finally catches up with me, catching his breath.
"L-Leo..." He says. "What about your sister?"
"I'm not telling you," I state firmly. "You don't need to know."
"Tell me!"
"No. Stop acting like a child."
"Leo, I'm in the Yogscast. How can I not be classified as a child?"
"I knew you were going to say that."
"Please tell me, I could help." He pleads. I shake my head and look away, impatiently waiting for the lift to arrive.
"No one can help, Smith. I'm sorry." I state, entering the lift. He just stands there with a sad look in his eyes. I look away and close the lift door.
"Minty!" I exclaim, walking past her. "Tell Lewis I'm going home, I've got matters to deal with."
"Will do." Came her reply, along with the clicks of the keyboard. I hastily put on my coat and push the door open, looking down so that my face didn't get frozen by the icy sharp wind howling at me. My shoes crunch through the snow, leaving a trail of deep footprints leading up to me.
When I reach the apartment, I pushed open the door, shrugging my shoulders so my bag slid down. Kogie walked out with a bowl(OMG THEY HAVE BOWLS?!), a spoon in his mouth. As usual, he wasn't wearing a shirt. Topless Kogie walked up to me and asked, "Why are you home so early? It's only, what, 5?"
"Me and Sparks* got into a fight." I sigh. "About my sister."
"Oh man, you still worried about her?" Kogie laughs. "It's been years man!" I glower menacingly at him. "That's the reason we fought." I grumble, before stomping off to my room. Kogie let's out an "Oh... Shit." of realisation.
I pluck the picture frame off my desk and look at it, before hugging it to my chest. I let tears flow down my face while I cry silently, wishing my baby sister would be with me right now.
I stare at the ceiling, an empty feeling in my heart. Without her, I feel... Gone. Alone. Empty.
I will find her, I think bitterly, trying to ignore the rising lump in my throat. I try to think of the most irrelevant thing, to get my mind off her. To my utter horror, I think of when mum got killed. I was there.

《===Flashback===》

"Mum!" I shout, running towards the body that had now become limp. I held her hand, which was covered in droplets of blood. A wave of tears spilled down my face as I held her cold, pale hand.
"Move it, boy. Or you'll die too." A deep, croaky voice said from behind me. My scared, 11-year-old self looked behind me, only to see two men approaching me, guns in their hands. I slowly back away, my eyes widening. What were they going to do?
I shouldn't have asked. They dragged mum by her hair, the metal point slowly releasing her flesh, fresh blood stained on it. Wet, salty tears flowed down my face as I watched. This was devastating, cruel, gruesome and heartbreaking all at the same time.
The two masked men raised their guns at mum's limp and cold corpse, then started to shoot. I don't know why, but it was probably just for the fun of it. My little hands flew up to my mouth, my blurred eyes watching lead bullets being shot into my mum. Blood slowly poured out of the holes like little volcanos. The men cackled at her bloody, holey, dead body, before strutting away, grinning like madmen. Well, they were madmen.
The bullet holes were rubies on her chest, blood glowing on her ivory skin. I sank to my feet, crying uncontrollably, the feeling in my heart indescribable. Mum was dead. I watched her die. I didn't do anything to help. There were specks of red splattered on the ground beside her, the crimson red liquid flowing down her sides.

《===End of flashback===》

It made me nauseous just thinking about it. I got to the toilet just in time before I threw up. I felt a hand on my back, rubbing it.
"Leo? Are you okay?" A feminine voice asked. Feminine? I turned my head, only to see a face caked with makeup, shiny blonde hair and an oversized pair of dangly earings.
"Uh, yeah." I choked, taking a tissue and wiping my mouth. I flushed the toilet, then walked out to my bed. She followed behind me, her hand on my shoulder. I should tell you who she is. She's Robbie, my not-at-all-girlfriend girlfriend. We met at a club, bot of us drunk, she kissed me, since then she's been coming to my apartment.
"Were you crying?" She inquiries. I give her the slightest nod. "Why?"
"I miss my sister." I state plainly. She scoffs. "You mean the one who ran away?" She asks, snorting. "I only had one sister." I growl.
"Oh, Leo. You haven't seen her for nine years! What makes you think you'll be able to see her now? Why do you miss her anyway? She isn't of much use, you don't even know her that well! And as far as I can tell, she'd be a nuisance to everybody. You don't need her in your life, Leo. And more so, she's probably dead." That made me blow the roof off.
"Why do you think she is dead?" I question, my voice dangerously low. I narrow my eyes, walking towards her. "She is the most important thing to me, you fucking bitch. She's the last family member I have, so back off my case." I take a pair of scissors off my desk, advancing towards her. My eyes are now slits, and anger fills my body. "No one, I repeat, NO ONE, talks bad about my sister." I growl, brandishing the scissor in my hand. She takes a step back, smart move, and widens her eyes.
"Uh, let's break up..." she stutters, eyeing the sharp blade warily.
"We were never together." I state furiously, glaring daggers at her. Inside, I am literally about to explode, but I (try to)stay calm. Anger runs down my veins, willing me to make a sudden move to Robbie. Kogie walks in, with a shirt on, and he is holding a very sharp kitchen knife.
"I heard what you said, Robert. Get lost, or get hurt. He growls, holding up the knife. Robbie's eyes fill with tears and she runs out, sobbing. Because she made my emotionally scarred heart flare up, I threw the scissor at her back. A weird, squelching noise comes from her, and she falls down in pain. I dragged her up by the hair- normally something I wouldn't do- then calmly pushed her out of our door, pulling the scissor out of her back. Yucks. The blades are covered in blood and freckles of white. I won't ask where that came from. Kogie comes running after me.
"Is the scissor okay?" He asks.
"Yeah." I chuckle, holding it up. "Just a little bloody." We laugh.
"I'm sorry, mate." Apologies Kogie. "I shouldn't have said that about your sis. Lucky that didn't happen to me."
"Yeah, you are lucky." I grin, turning round and holding up the scissor. His eyes widen and he makes a dash for his room. I laugh at him. "Smart move, mate!" I call after him.
At that moment, my pocket vibrated. I draw out my phone and check the called ID, and it read "Sparkles*". Huh, I think. I pick up the call.
"Hey, man, I'm sorry. I just got the call from Robert the bitch, and seeing what you did to her... Well I'm sorry." He blabs.
"Uh... Okay?"
"Forgive me?"
"You are forgived."
"Yay! Thanks. Okay I've got to go. See you soon!"
"Bye."
I hang up, then stroll back to my room, suddenly remembering the photograph. My smile fades, and tears well up in my eyes. Why did she have to run away?

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