let us survive;;

[EMALEAH VICTORIA RAYNE]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; height:417px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/34et6i8.jpg);][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]Emaleah sat on her bed, face in her hands. This, this whole nightmare was her fault. She should have fought him. Refused to bring little Emelia into this place. She had agreed to it for selfish reasons. She had found solace in the idea of having her sister's company when faced with the idea of being thrown in here. Emie wasn't even sick. There was nothing wrong with her. Emaleah couldn't possibly imagine what reason for her being committed had been placed on her papers. The eldest Miss Rayne was an entirely different story. She was sick, very ill, and she was aware of it. She hallucinated, blacked out sometimes. She remembered the first time Rage had come out. She had been arguing with her father, who was talking about sending Emie to a boarding school. Emaleah knew that Emie wouldn't be able to handle being separated from her like that. Besides, she didn't talk to anyone. The kids there were certain to misunderstand her. That was when her father had threatened to just kill her instead. Like he had killed their mother. Ema blacked out almost instantly. When she came back to herself Emie was hugging her and her father was gone. Where's Daddy, Emie? Ema had asked. Her little sister had responded that he'd had to go to the doctor; he had accidentally cut his face on something. Ema shook her head, pulling her thoughts back to what really mattered. She had not been able to go to sleep the night before. After Emie had been roughly torn from her side she could do nothing but worry about her. The doctor and the nurses had a rough time getting her check-up completed, she thrashed around so much. The doctor got smart and threatened to have her little sister locked up in an isolation room for Emaleah's bad behavior. Ema replied by spitting in his face and growling that she would destroy him if he even breathed on Emelia. After that the nurses tried to get her to talk to them for her evaluation. Emaleah just sat at the table, glaring at them. After that they threw her in this room, told her to take off her clothes, put on her hospital gown, and go to bed. She had reluctantly put on her gown, wishing desperately that she could just wear her shorts and her tank top. Still, she didn't want to cause too much trouble. Especially for Emie's sack. Emie! She had to get to her. There was the sound of footsteps outside of her door. She heard the jangling of keys and a male's voice snapped that it was morning, her door was unlocked. Ema jumped to her feet. The floor was cold, but she barely noticed. She was out in the hallway very quickly. Emelia! Emelia! Where are you? Ema knew that screaming for her like this was pointless. Her sister was probably having a panic attack, which meant that she wasn't going to be able to answer her big sister. Emaleah ran across the corridor, opening the door she found there, hoping she would find her sister in this room.

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[EMELIA ROSE RAYNE]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; height:421px; background-image:URL(http://i48.tinypic.com/35lt6ok.jpg);][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]Emelia had tried to not think about her sister not being beside her. She would clench her hands around the bottoms of her shirt just like she would to Ema whenever she walked behind her. Her mind wasn't all there but she was coherent enough to hear what people asked and then when to nod. They took away most of her belongings. This didn't really bother the naive girl. The only thing she really missed was a necklace with a small dream catcher on it that her, Ema, and their mother had made in school on a "family day". Emelia complied with all of their demands. Since she wouldn't talk the doctors and nurses took her as seriously retarded so they talked freely in front of her. No wonder he pronounced this one dead, a doctor said gesturing to the small girl. She pretty much is. A sharp pain filled Emelia's chest. She brought her knees to her chest and clenched one of her hands on her heart while burying her face into her knees. Her mind started to go numb and she blacked out. The next thing she knew it was morning, and her door was opening. She sat up with morning eyes and all. As soon as she saw Em's beautiful face her eyes shot open and for the first time since she had been committed she smiled. Not a big smile, but visible enough for Emaleah to know she was comforted by her presence. Emelia shot out of her bed, exiting it by crawling to the foot of it and scrambling over to give Ema a huge tackle hug. Emelia breathed in the familiar scent of her sister and relaxed. She wasn't letting go of her anytime soon.

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[EMALEAH VICTORIA RAYNE]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; height:417px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/34et6i8.jpg);][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]As Ema hurriedly pushed the door open she caught sight of Emie's adorable little face. Her eyes were hazy, making it clear the sixteen-year-old was not entirely awake. Her hair was a little fuzzy from being rubbed against the blanket or pillow during the night. At least Emie had gotten some sleep. Emaleah beamed at her sister, who was the only person who had ever seen Ema smile. Since their mother's death, of course. Ema had never been as close to their mom as Emie had been, but she had loved the woman. Unfortunately, Emaleah had never respected her for marrying their father. It wasn't until the night of her murder that Ema realized maybe she didn't understand her mother's motives as well as she had thought. Ema suffocated the vivid memories of the murder as she felt her little sister's arms surround her. The little lady had enough force to knock Ema back a small step. Her smile strengthened as she wrapped her arms around the younger girl. Oh, Emie! I was so worried about you. Are you okay? She buried her face in her sister's darker hair, calming with the scent. She hadn't realized how dependent she had become when it came to her clingy little sister. All little sister's followed their elders around. This usually annoyed her older sister, who just wanted some privacy. Emaleah had never really been bothered by it. Sure she had gotten frustrated a few times, usually after a particularly bad day. Still, she had never snapped at Emie. Well, not before their mother's death and that was only the once. The day after Mrs. Rayne's strange death Emelia was a disaster. She followed her sister so close that she continued to step on her heels, sobbing the entire time. It was the only time Ema could have described her sister as loud. Emaleah had been dealing with guilt as well as shock. Her solution had been to harden herself, numb herself. She had been annoyed at the weakness Emie had shown, especially in front of their father, who Ema then realized was the enemy. Also, with every passing second Emie's sobs made Emaleah's guilt worsen. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and turned around, screaming in Emie's face, before locking herself up in their room. Before now that had been the only time the two had been separated other than for school. Leah looked down at her little sister, pulling herself back slightly to try to catch a glimpse of the girl's face in order to make sure she was alright.

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[EMELIA ROSE RAYNE]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; height:421px; background-image:URL(http://i48.tinypic.com/35lt6ok.jpg);][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]Emelia tilted her head back slightly to look at her sister. They started to get glossy, it was the calm before her storm. Except she was a silent storm. Did you see or hear why I'm here? Emelia asked in a whisper, hiding the fact that she already knew. It was killing her on the inside knowing she was nothing. Absolutely nothing. She had no reputation at school, no real friends. Only Ema, and that would be fine if Emie didn't feel totally forgotten by anything and everything else. She tried to think of happy things in the seconds that passed while waiting for Ema to reply. It was the only way she could keep herself from freaking out if she happened to have to tell Ema herself why she was there. What if she doesn't believe me? Emelia thought in a panic. Her eye sight started to fade so she sat on her bed and stuck her head between her knees. This cleared it up quickly. Emelia came back to reality and looked at Emelia with reassured eyes and asked Did you say something?. It wasn't in a rude tone, or said with any rude thoughts provoking it. Emelia just couldn't remember if her sister had said something.

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[EMALEAH VICTORIA RAYNE]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; height:417px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/34et6i8.jpg);][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]Emaleah knew the look she saw on her little sister's face. She was freaking out on the inside. Still, Emie never showed these things. Concern morphed her face as she thought over her sister's whispered question. No one would tell her what either of them were there for. She knew the reasons were more than likely completely ridiculous. Her father simply needed to get them out of his way. That...and he was trying to punish her. Punish her for not giving him what he wanted. Thanks to that Emelia was forced to be in this place. This horrible, horrible place. Leah wanted to scream, wanted to kick something, wanted someone to know she was angry; that she knew the injustice of this and she was angry about it. Instead she clenched her teeth as she gently and lovingly steered Emie over to the bed, kicking the door closed behind her. Leah kept one arm around her sister as she sat down, gently coaxing the young girl down with her. Even if she knew what reason the doctors gave for taking in her and her sister Leah would not willingly tell her sister. She knew how sensitive she was about certain things and she knew that her self-esteem did not need the knowledge. It wasn't until Emie spoke again that Leah actually forced herself to reply. "Emie, honey, what did they tell you?" Leah rarely whispered. She had always been the leader, the more commanding of the two. When she spoke it was with a strong sure voice. That is, it was normally in such a voice. This time was different. This time her voice sounded much like Emelia's, quiet and slightly hoarse. She could visibly see her sister mentally slipping away. Taking a deep breath the elder sister reached up and started to lovingly braid Emie's hair. She had done this often when the girl's had been younger. She hadn't done it since the tragic event though.

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[EMELIA ROSE RAYNE]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; height:421px; background-image:URL(http://i48.tinypic.com/35lt6ok.jpg);][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]Tears started roll gracefully down Emies cheek like little crystals melting from the top of a cavern. The warm embrace of her sister and her explosion of emotion chased away her panic. She felt better, just bitterly sad. Emelia bent down over her knees, her arms crossed across her chest, and stared at the floor, tears still flowing from her eyes. She heard her sisters words but couldn't answer quite yet. Emie knew if she did it would come out whiny, and it just didn't suit her to be whiny. Then she felt Ema's fingers run through her hair, first getting knots in the strands out, and then delicately placing strand after strand into a braid. Emelia's mind suddenly shot back to warm memories of her mother. These were thoughts that warmed her heart. Things she never in this life time wanted to forget. Then the memories of cooking, and arts and crafts faded into a big nightmare, the night and morning after her mother died replayed five times in her head. All ending with the moment her sister started braiding her hair. Emie shot herself back into reality and was staring at the floor again. She remembered her sisters words. Shakily she grabbed for a pen and scribbled down these words they pronounced me dead.. She then dropped the piece of paper in Ema's lap and dropped the pen on the floor, once it clinked to the floor it rolled underneath her bed, disappearing into the darkness. Tears began to roll down her face again with the recognition of her never ending prison.

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[EMALEAH VICTORIA RAYNE]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; height:417px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/34et6i8.jpg);][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]Emaleah hummed softly as she braided her little sister's hair. She knew that it was unlikely that she would speak at this point. Leah didn't stop braiding until the note dropped into her lap. She held the braid with one hand, so it didn't unravel, and picked up the piece of paper with her other hand. The words bounced around in her head, as her pretty blue eyes read them over and over again. Leah knew her sister was crying, she could feel her little shoulders shaking gently. Even in despair Emie was both silent and gorgeous. Though she was glad for it, she could never understand why her father had always seen her as beautiful but not Emie. Of the two of them she had always believed that Emelia was the more attractive. Ema set the paper back down. Then she calmly resumed braiding Emie's hair. It was a moment or two before Leah spoke. Emie, you're not dead. Obviously. This would be some Heaven, huh? Look, it doesn't matter what they tell the world. You and I...we know the truth. As long as you remember that you're alive, than you are. Mama... For a moment the mentally ill girl stopped. How could it still be so painful to speak of her? She had always thought that it would get easier at some point, but it never did. She could remember her beautiful smile and the way she always knew just what to say. Mama used to say that things were only as bad as you made them. Do you remember that time I came home from school and Mama knew something was wrong? After dinner she came up to talk to us and I cried in her arms for an hour. I never told you why I was so upset, did I? By now Leah had finished a small braid to the right of Emie's face. Placing her hand under Emelia's chin she gently turned the girl's face toward her. You have her eyes. She would want us to try to make the best of this. After all, we have each other still.

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[EMELIA ROSE RAYNE]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; height:421px; background-image:URL(http://i48.tinypic.com/35lt6ok.jpg);][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]Emelia listened to her sisters comforting voice intently, but it wouldn't seem she was. She buried her head into her sisters lap trying to wipe away the never ending tears. Her breathing had picked up from crying so much, she was almost to the point of sobbing. She could feel how wet her sisters lap was growing. Her sisters words stopped at mama. It was like Emelia could feel the pain Ema felt when ever she thought of their mama. To Emie thinking about their mother was comforting and strengthening but to Ema it seemed to be pain. Emelia clenched onto her sisters leg hoping that Ema would get that it was okay, that mama was their with them always. Her words kinda caught Emelia off guard. She did remember that night, very vividly. She was too young to really understand what was wrong and she had accepted that then, but now she could know why Ema was crying. Emelia looked up at her sister with a puzzled face, waiting for her to continue. She tugged slightly on Ema's shirt as a signal she wanted to know As the braid dropped to the side of her face Emelia felt it with her fingers, creating multiple holes in the braid until it was nothing. As Emelia finished pulling the comfort braid out of her hair she smiled. She had been listening to Emaleah the whole time, and the comment about her eyes made her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. She hugged Ema showing her that she was right, they did need to stick together.

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[EMALEAH VICTORIA RAYNE]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; height:417px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/34et6i8.jpg);][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]Emaleah smiled at her little sister's curiosity. She tilted her head to the side. Some of the kid's at school were making fun of me. I was your age and this was about two weeks before Mama died. The kid's found out I was bisexual. I had only just found out myself. Anyway, I thought they were right. That I was a freak and that it was unnatural for me to love both genders. Mama just looked at me and said that I had to make the best of things. Then she said that I should love whomever I love, because love couldn't hurt anyone. Leah took a moment to remember her Mama's beautiful face. She watched as Emie took out her braid. It didn't bother her, though. She knew it relaxed Emie to pull out the braids. In fact, that was why she had done it in the first place. And I've learned something since then. If I had listened to those kid's I wouldn't be who I am today. I would have been denying a huge part of me. Instead I made the most of it like Mama said. Emaleah sighed, frowning slightly. She felt so lonely. Yes, she had Emie, and she was grateful for that. Still, she wished she could find someone who understood her, but wasn't related to her. She shook her head softly, blonde hairs flying gently around her. So we'll make the best of it. Now we won't be separated by school. We get to spend as much time as we want together. Leah replied, smiling at her little sister.

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