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My body, it shakes as I hear the screams echoing through the room. The worst I knew it, had happened. I turn to see my sister standing in the doorway, tears running down her face as she grasps the door frame for balance. Although she hasn't been crying long, her face is drenched and her body is shaking.. The words she yells are distant, almost like she was speaking a different language to me. My parents join her at the door, begging me to wake up. I lift my head slowly, my how heavy it is this morning, what time could it be? I drag the rest of my body out of bed, my mind still confused about what is happening.. Confusion? Is that what this was? Or was it shock? Shock and denial of what I'm about to see. I bring myself to a standing position and head towards my crying family, my face still and my mind racing... I follow my sister into her bedroom and walk through the door. All is silent in the bedroom, not even the dog breathes. I walk over to the magenta coloured bed and notice a small blanket folded in half gently layed on the bed. As I approach this blanket, I notice that what I feared had come true. I kneeled next to the bed, fearing to pull over the blankets. With a deep breath, my hands seeked the corner of the soft purple blanket. As I turned it over, my heart was swallowed immediately when I saw her. Dead? I wonder.. This can't be true. I grab her quickly and hold her in my arms, wishing she would hold me back. She only flopped to one side, her eyes wide open and staring. She's looking at me, she must be begging for me to do something!.. I press my head against her chest hoping for a heart beat. All is quiet in the bedroom as I do this.. I almost jump when I hear a faint heart beat.. I listen for another.. I must have imagined it, I told myself. Her eyes still stairing, her hands and feet unmoving.. I feel the softness of her little body, I hold her hands, so cold are those tiny hands.. I stroke her softly, hoping that my scent or the sound of my voice will magically revive her.. But no, nothing is working. I release her back onto the bed, her body flopping in my hands.. Tears start to fall. She is dead, I tell myself. My baby, my best friend, my first and only real love is gone. I stare once more into those dark, wandering eyes, and drop my head. Are you ready? My dad asks, holding the corner of the tiny blanket. "I am" I replied with a sob. Slowly, my father wraps up my entire world in the purple blanket and carries her out of the room. I stay kneeled there for a few moments longer, my face wet and flushed. Goodbye my love, I think to myself as my father takes her out of the door.