Most of these will just be taken from my Figment account, where I write all of my stories and such. Dark Night I stared up at the sheet of darkness above me. Darkness can be lonely sometimes... but there is a difference in this darkness. Small little diamonds covered it, helping it look beautiful. The diamonds were accompanied with a big circular light. They wanted to keep the darkness from feeling lonely. But the darker the sheet...the brighter the diamonds..almost in a mocking tone. The view was almost entrancing. It was beautiful. But what made it truly beautiful? The darkness? Or the diamonds? I looked below me. A glistening velvet blue. There was an endless black hole filled with strange creatures different than I. But it was silent and smooth. As soft as a lullaby slowly hushing a child to sleep. I believe....it is safe to say, the night was calming. It was the one thing I wouldn't mind seeing for the last time on Earth. I closed my eyes and payed attention to what the Earth wanted to be heard and felt. There was a cool, slight breeze. I heard the ocean calmly splashing against the rocks below me. Everything was so calm. It was the thing I wanted to feel. There were no sounds of anger. No sounds of sadness. Just calm. "If you leave...do you know how that will affect me?" I turned and saw a tall female. Only a few years older than me. I looked away. I thought she didn't care. Nobody cares. They never say they do. "People care for you...I care for you." There was a slight quiver in her voice as though she has been crying. "If you leave now you won't ever get to see the world around you get better." I still didn't look at her. I still didn't say a word. "No one could replace you. I like the happy girl I see everyday. I hope that one day that happiness will be real someday." I try to look up. I shouldn't have. Tears stained her face. The sight her heart. My hand found it's way to the left side of my chest as I stepped back. My back foot slipped on the edge of the cliff I stood at. I thought I was done for. I didn't want my last sight to be her sad eyes. Something grabbed my hand. I looked up and saw her, and I knew I wasn't ready to leave. I was pulled in her grasp. "I don't want to lose my sister." A quiet whisper was heard and was taken away by the night's breeze.