• With every short second, my grip slipped further apart. Beads of sweat ran down my forhead as it did my chest and arms. My breath was quick but weak with the emmense strain. The soles of my shoes were gritting ferociously agaisnt the grainy stone, praying to hold out longer. The pull was begining to drag me off the edge to. Then both me and my sister would perish. Her hand slipped even further, now she was clawing on with her fingertips. Her legs kicked about in a panic. Then I let go.
    I sat bolt upright gasping for air. I touched my body to reasure that I was safe. My shirt was wet, and the dampness had seeped through now leaving a moist patch of sweat on my bed sheet. I slipped my top off, flipped the pillow over. I flopped down and turned my head toward my glowing, bedside clock. 4:23. I sighed and turned so I was laying on my back. Staring up at the celing, I drifted into a trail of thoughts. The first was the most obious in my mind. What was that dream about? It just seemed so sppontaneous. Outrageous. Yet, so vivid. Her screams, My sisters screams, seemed so real. Time passed and I drifted back to sleep, to be abruptley awoked a little later. My vision was blurred with sleep. I blinked hard. My mother was shaking me. She was in histerics. I was horrified. She couldnt of blurted out the words faster, but it all ran in slow motion. "Amy's gone! Harry Amy's gone!" And it was true my sister had gone.

    To be continued