I knew that Alexis needed help, but she was on a little backstreet in the middle of the night. No one saw the crash, Alexis was unconscious and no one was coming to help. I just sat there, not being able to move.
It seemed like hours before a young couple pulled up beside the car, and started to call the police. As soon as the woman said, “There has been an accident on main street and first” The dream spun again, and I was back to the waterfall.
And there was the girl, Alexis, standing in front of me, soaking wet, but still as beautiful as ever.
When I was little I always thought that my sister was a princess. I mean it made sense, she had long golden-brown hair, magenta eyes, full lips, and fair skin. But I knew she never thought so. Once when I was twelve I caught her in the bathroom, with blood all over her arms. I knew that this was not healthy, but I was just scared by the image and ran out of the room.
I remembered this and looked at my big sister's arms. And like I thought, they were covered with scars.
My eyes teared up and I looked at her sweet, mature face. I couldn’t accept the fact that Alexis was gone. I lowered my eyes and stormed off.
After about five steps the dream spun again and I was now in a dark alleyway outside of school. Alexis was backed up against the wall with three boys surrounding her. One of them I recognized as Collin, he was the biggest of the group, and certainly the strongest.
I could hear Alexis’ sobbing whisper saying, “Collin please don’t, don’t!” and That was followed by another sob as a hit came pummeling into her stomach by one of the goons to the right of Collin. “Well, I can't help it whatever they do, but you can. Get back together with me and he will stop.” Collin said in an almost laughing-like way. This was followed by another punch to her jawline, I heard a loud crack. It was probably broken, or at least very damaged.
Alexis spit out a mouthful of blood. And when Collin saw this he simply laughed, “poor, poor Alexis, are you going to go running to the police now?” he said with a mocking tone. He turned around and the goonies dropped Alexis on the ground.
I remember when Alexis came home that day, she had said that she had tripped and fallen off the curb, but I was too busy to even notice that she was severely injured. I doubt mom ever figured out the truth, Alexis was good at keeping these things to herself.
The dream shifted and we were now in Alexis’ bathroom. She had a large black eye and many cuts and bruises on her face. She pulled out her large makeup bag and got to work.
I was amazed. This is why I never saw any of her injuries. She used her wonderful painting skills to paint her face back to normal. When she was done, if I hadn’t seen the horrible even with my own eyes I would have been none the wiser. This poor girl, I never knew how much she was going through, and she handled it surprisingly well. I felt like a horrible person, much less a sister.
While in these thoughts I was sucked back to the waterfall, facing my big sis.