A single scream is all it takes to ruin someone. A single scream can haunt you worst then any ghost, a scream can tear you apart piece by piece, with no mercy at all. A scream can be a persons downfall. Believe me, I know, I was the one who had to watch my sister go mad because of that scream, my scream.

Some say I got worst off because I was the one who died in that accident, but I don’t think so. It was my sister who had to live with the knowledge that she survived and I didn’t, that she failed to do what an older siblings supposed to do, protect. Meanwhile all I got to do is watch as she struggled, not able to do anything to help her or reassure her that everything would be alright and she should just focus on her own survival.

But this isn’t about me, this is about her. Cala Everett, the surviver.

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“NO!” Cala shoved at a piece of the plane that held her legs in place, her voice breaking, “CORALIE! CORALIE, ANSWER ME!” She shoved harder, tears of pain and shock rolling down her pale skin, her ice blonde hair whipping in the cold wind as snow flakes started to drift down.

She shoved the plane piece one more time and it became loose enough for her to wiggle her legs out from underneath it. She crawled away and collapsed in her stomach, before getting up on her knees again, “CORALIE” she shouted again, the wind whipping away her frantic cry. The snow fell harder, making the surrounding area a blur of bright white fog.

Cala got up on two feet and staggered over to where the remains of the plane were. A thin layer of snow already sat on top of it. She went forward, continuing to yell for her sister as she rummaged through the wreckage. The wind blew harder and Cala felt her tears freeze on her cheeks as she sobbed, clenching her arms to her chest as she tried to stay warm.

And that was when she saw it, a hand picking up from a pile of metal. The nails were cracked and the hand looked abnormally pale, but Cala rushed forward as she fell to her knees, a prayer on her lips. She pushed the metal away until she had enough space to drag the body out from under it. The body was limp and heavy, but that didn’t stop Cala as she stopped pulling and looked into her little sisters still face.

14. That was how old she was turning that very day.

Yet time seemed frozen on the girls face. Her honey blond hair was damp with snow and blood from a gash on her forehead, and her warm brown eyes were frozen open in terror, ice frozen on her lashes.

Cala remembered the last thing she heard from her little sister as the plane went down.

“Cala!” She had screamed her chirpy voiced pitched with horror as the plane began to descend at a rapid rate, “Cala do something! Please!”

Cala had urgently tried to right the plane do anything, but they were to close to the ground. And then……they hit the ground.

Cala continued to scream her sisters name as she rocked the body back and forth, the cold air freezing her tears before they fell, and hurting her chest as she tried to gasp for air, “Coralie.” She whispered, but the wind stole even that.

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News report:

Calla Lana Everett was picked up by an overhead plane at 11:04 am, in December 12 by a passing plane who was just overhead and happened to notice her. They didn’t know how she had survived that long, only that she was on the verge of dying from hypothermia. They found her sisters body, frozen, a little ways away. They managed to save Cala and she became a legend, featured in the news everywhere, but her legend didn’t last long. On January 1st, New Years. Cala Everett was found dead, hanging from a rope in her apartment. And the people’s aww of her became sorrow and horror of what had become of the young woman.

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And that is what had become of my beloved sister, and it may not have just been my scream that ruined her, but it certainly played a factor.

And that is the story of how Cala Everett, the surviver, didn’t survive in the end.