"A-me-li-a!" Chelsea sings as she makes her way towards me, the skirt of her floral Sunday dress dangling around just above her knees.

"What?" I say, looking at how pretty my sister is. She brushes her hair behind her ears and closes the gap between our faces.

"We're leaving in five minutes and you haven't taken a shower!" she says, scrunching her nose while pinching mine.

"Yeah, whatever," I say, removing her hand away from my nose. I stand up to take a shower. Our family always goes to church every Sunday and every time we do, Chelsea really goes all the way with her look.

Once I got out of the restroom, I realized that the room suddenly changed. It became a hotel room with one king bed and lots of bright light. I turn my head and saw Chelsea wearing a wedding dress, a makeup artist doing her makeup.

"What's going on?" I ask both of them and Chelsea shoots me a look.

"What do you mean 'what's going on?'? It's my wedding, Amelia!" she answers and I take a step back in surprise.

"Huh?" I say and her makeup artist looks at me.

"Oh, dear, start wearing your dress, already. I'll start with your makeup after I'm done with your sister here," he says and I just obey.

Once he got done with Chelsea's makeup, he leaves for something and that's when I confronted Chelsea.

"Who are you marrying?" I ask her as she adjusts her dress around her waist.

"Are you serious?" she says with disbelief and I simply nod. "Avery, duh, who else?" she states.

"Huh? What?"

What's happening?

I sit down on the bed beside Chelsea and faced her. I cup her face and she stares straight at me.

"Why him?" I ask her and she just giggles.

"Are you seriously asking that the day I'll marry him?" she jokes and I can't bring myself to laugh or feel happy at all. My sister's marrying that asshole.

"Chelsea, didn't I tell you that he's—"

"He's what?" Chelsea cuts me off, starting to become impatient. I stand up and remove my hands from her face. The makeup artist soon arrived and I got myself seated.

We soon drove to the church where the wedding will be held and I marched down the aisle with one of my cousins. I finally got to my seat but we still all remained standing until Chelsea showed up to the altar.

Then, for some reason, I suddenly felt like I should stop Chelsea or else she'd end up miserable in her life. So, I did. I ran to the front before she could say "I do".

"Chelsea, you shouldn't marry him!" I exclaim, grabbing her hand and pulling her away from Avery.

"What are you doing?" she snaps and I can feel the annoyance in her voice.

"I'm saving you from marrying that asshole," I say and she flicks my hand away.

"Actually," she starts, her voice starting to sound weird. The setting suddenly changes. We were at the beach and it was late at night. She was wearing the same swimsuit she was wearing when—

When she—

Died.

Chelsea is dead. Why... why is she here?

"I don't think that day would ever come, Amelia. You killed me, didn't you?" she says, a knife suddenly appearing in one of her hands. She raises it to her mouth and licks it.

"C-Chelsea, s-stop," I weakly say, my legs trembling. "Don't come near the water," I add and she just giggles maniacally.

"What's the point of coming to the ocean, then?" she challenges as she runs away. I try my best to run after her but then she got away fast in an instant.

"Chelsea, c-come back h-here!" I try to shout at her but she just continues running away until I can no longer see her. "Chelsea!" I shout even louder. Her head pops out from underwater, her hand still holding a knife. She gestures me to come closer with her knife, so I did.

I finally reached her and I can feel how deep the water is. The waves are crashing against me and I can feel my legs beginning to fail.

"So, aren't you going to save me?" she mocks and my lips started trembling, trying to force out words out of them. "You could've dived under that moment I disappeared in your sight," she says, cutting her stomach.

I try to grab the knife away from her but she puts it behind her back.

"C-Chelsea, please," I beg and she just kisses me on my forehead. Her lips were light as a feather but cold as ice. I shiver at our contact as I pull away instantly.

"Are you scared of your sister?" she says and I shake my head. "You sure act like you are, though," she comments with a pitying tone. She points the knife against my chest and I can feel my heartbeat go faster. "May I poke you?" she asks and I just look at her blankly. She pulls the knife away and instead stabs herself.

"Chelsea!" I scream at the top of my lungs, grabbing her before she falls in the water. "Chelsea!" I scream once again as she touches my face. Her hand felt so wispy, like a ghost's.

"You didn't let me do it to you, so, I decided to do it to myself, instead," she says, smiling faintly.

"W-what? W-why?" I stammer as tears started coming out of my eyes. "Chelsea!" I shake her as she closes her eyes shut.

"Amelia, it's all your fault," she softly says, her hand still on my cheek. "If only you did your best to save me, I'd be beside you right now."

She finally stops breathing and I can't stop screaming. Is this a dream? Because if it is, it doesn't feel like one at all.

I sit up abruptly, my whole body drenched in my own sweat. I check the clock, 3:17 am. I stand up and my whole room starts spinning. I end up falling down on my butt, my head aching so hard. I support myself with the desk beside my bed and stand up.

I went downstairs to drink some ibuprofen and rushed back to my room. I sit on my bed as I adjust the curtains so that I can look outside. My bed was the one next to the window and I remember how Chelsea was so envious back then.

Speaking of that girl, I was just with her earlier. I tried to erase the dream away but then my stomach started aching. I went straight to the toilet and started to puke. I can't help but remember how Chelsea's blood oozed out from her stomach. At this, I can't stop gagging.

When I'm finally done, I stood up from the floor and washed my mouth and face. I look at how fucked up my face was in the mirror before leaving the restroom.

I went back to bed and just sat there, hugging my legs against close to my chest as I place my forehead on my knees.

"What's happening to me," I mutter to myself.

I stayed up until sunrise came and when my family went to the church, I ended up falling asleep in the middle of the mass.

Once we got out of the church and finally went inside the car to go home, mom starts talking to me.

"So, you're finally going to school next week," she starts, turning her body to face me from the passenger seat. "Have you been in touch with the friend you told us about?" she asks, flipping her hair on one side.

"Uhm, I'll talk with him later," I lie and dad looks at me from the front mirror.

"Want me to drive you to his place or something?" he asks and I shake my head.

"No, thank you. His place is just nearby so I'd rather walk," I continue lying and they both drop off the subject.

"By the way, I caught you sleeping while the mass was on going earlier, Amelia," mom says, her voice strict. "What time did you sleep?" she asks.

"I slept early, actually," I lie even more and mom looks at me with doubting eyes. "I swear," I add. She just nods and finally looks in front.

I slept early but my sister decided to wake me up and not let me sleep anymore.

What have you done to me, Chelsea? Or more like, what are you doing to me, Chelsea?