My Touchstone.

My baby sister is...a handful. We've always had this incredible relationship. I love her to death. But we are complete polar opposites. I even want to say that we have that twin ESP. We can practically read each other's minds. I've always been a little over protective of her because, shoot, she's my baby sister. We have a million inside jokes and we can sit and talk for hours without speaking a word. She's probably the only other person in the world (besides Mr. Bumblebee) who truly gets me. She's an amazing person. A jr. at CSULB. Smart as hell. Beautiful. Just someone to look up too.
Friday night I got the worst call of my life. I had just fallen asleep when my phone rang. I looked and saw it was my mom. I immediately thought that my dad was back in the hospital but Iwas no way prepared to hear what she told me.
"B. has been jumped"
"WHAT?!!?!" I fling out of bed.
"She's at such-such hospital, she was jumped for her purse"
"WHAT?!?!?!?"
"Can you get there?"
at this point I had already thrown on clothes and was practically walking out the door.
"We are on our way"

My parents live about an hour away from her where Mr. Bumblebee and I live about 20 minutes. We got there in 10. I walked in and the damn nurse wouldn't let me see her until finally I saw her come out and point to me. I ran to her and she (in her over sized hospital gown) just melted in my arms.

We are good people. We follow the rules. We are kind to others. We get the grades and we make a decent lives for us and the people we love. How on earth could this happen to my little sister? I will admit, I have no f'n clue what she was thinking going into the area she was in. She should have known it was a risky area and to just skip that party. But really, how could this happen?

She had 1 dollar in her purse and a debit card with minimal funds on it and a gas card. Within an hour when my mom called to cancel everything they had racked up 200 bucks of charges. 200 bucks...

They saw her friend and her walking, they pepper sprayed my sister and wailed on her until it got boring. Her friend said when they ran away they we laughing...sick.

I'll never forget having to see my sister with bruises all over her body, bloody swollen nose, shaking out of her bones, eyes blood red and swollen, crying. She had been violated and I was pissed.
I'm a pacifist. I believe that what comes around goes around and I really believe these bitches will get caught/or get what they deserve. But that night, seeing my baby sister in the state she was, I wanted to make them pay myself. I wanted them to feel what she was feeling. She had her innocence stolen from her and she'll never be the same. Even today as we tried to help her adjust, she isn't the same. They stole part of her away from me and in time, I know I'll get a lot of it back but F! I'm pissed that it's been compromised.
This next week is all about helping her adjust. The doctor already warned us about PTSD and I can already see signs of it. She wants to get back to school before she misses too much but I want her to know that she's got the authority and right to take it slow for awhile.
I'm so glad she's here with us. Really, we could have lost her. If they had a knife, a harder blow to her head, a gun...I might be writing a completely different blog. I'm glad I saw her today and I'm glad I'll see her tomorrow.
She's my touchstone.