She lay on the bed, face pale in the moonlight. I gently sponged the sweat from her feverish forehead with a wet cloth. Suddenly, her blood shot eyes opened, staring at nothing. Screaming, she sat up and tried to back into the bedhead.
I felt it rather than saw it. Vapour, thick with sadness, enveloped the bed and groped for both of us.
I needed her to wake up out of her nightmares, out of the Spirit Worlds that haunted her. She was stronger than me. I needed my older sister awake to confront this Evilness.
Desperately, I shook her shoulders, looking for signs that she would be okay, that she would take control. But her eyes closed and her head rolled back and forth without her conscious support.
This time, I had to solve the problem myself. This Apparition, this haunting, this was mine this one time.
Marshalling all my education and knowledge, I raised my hands, like I had seen her done countless times before. I imagined golden light between my palms, expanding into a ball of power. And then I could feel it, the heat radiating out so I could feel it through-out my body. It grew denser and hotter, but did not harm me.
I was doing it! I was raising energy, just like my beloved sister, like I had seen her do on numerous occasions.
Crying defiantly, and with a little shock, I hurled the golden ball at the Vapour.
Then, the sadness left. I could feel it leaving, fading away.
Behind me, my sister moaned. Turning my head, I glanced at her. Her face was glowing with health, blue eyes snapped open, and she stared at me. Disbelief swept over her features.
“Thank you,” she said to me.
“I threw that Demon out of me, but I couldn’t loosen his hold. You killed him, for me.”
Then her arms were around me, holding me tightly against her chest.
“You saved me, Sandy, you saved me little sister.”
I was glad my face was hidden in her embrace. Relief was pounding through me, and all I could do was let the silent tears run down my cheeks.