A Past Life: Death, and the Memories it Brings

They say an artist is someone who is brave enough to put both feet into the dark.
Looking back on the way I was raised, I’d say I’m well on my way there.

I was the daughter of a wealthy blood line. I had two sisters, a beautiful home, happy parents, and a life of endless possibilities.
Too bad I never knew any of it.
The last time I ever saw my parents was when I was three years old. They had gone out to sea on a private ship that my father bought for my mother as a wedding present, at least, that’s what our eldest sister Presque told us. They left us at home under the care of our servants and they promised us they will be home after the moon winked three times. Sadly, the moon winked many times and they never came home. My sister and I still wonder if maybe they just got lost at sea, or are stranded on an island living a life without us.
But they always told us to never stop smiling. I think for them, life was an endless game because they always seemed to just be playing around.
Our mother was a writer; an artist. My father on the other hand, was a strong working man. He had lost his own father to a plague, a plague which tried to take his life as well. He survived, and it taught him to live life to its bursting fullest, because you really just never know when you might wake up and realize that your life of beauty and wonder was just a five second dream in an endless slumber.
After a year of their absence, our eldest sister Presque grew ill. Jamais and I told her to please, please don’t go. When mother and father come back, they’ll want to know that you’re alright.
Please.
Don’t go.
But she did.
I only knew her for those short four years, and it was then that I understood really what death was. I understood that there are places some people go where you cannot follow them. And being a young child who looked up at my sisters and following them every step of the way, it was hard to take. But I did it! I wouldn’t let her down! I kept on smiling, just as my parents had told me, and I love them for it.

Now, I’m living with my sister, my best friend, and the only person who has stayed with me for my entire life. I followed her, but now we follow each other. It’s a big world out there, and you just can’t take it alone. We have been there for each other through thick and thin, and I’m not going to let anything in the world take her away.