I'm sitting here looking at my big sister's picture. Her name was Amanda. She was in the hospital because she had a brain tumor. I used to be upset, the more I visited her, the better she was getting. But it was still a little weird not having her in the house with us.

We were going to visit her today before her operation.

"Jaden, are you ready?!" my mom called from downstairs.

"Be down in a minute!" I grabbed my deck and placed it in my pocket. I took them everywhere with me. But I was going to give them to Amy for the rest of her stay because I figured she was lonely when we're not there to visit her. It would be hard not to see their spirits but I would grow used to it.

"C'mon sweetheart, we've gotta make it before your sister's operation!" my mom called again.

"Coming!" I ran downstairs and put my jacket on. "I'm ready."

After about fifteen minutes past, we were at the hospital. We walked to Amanda's room.

"Hey guys," Amanda said.

"Hi honey," my mom said. She kissed her forehead.

"How are you feeling?" my dad asked.

"A little nervous," she said with a shaky voice.

"You'll be fine I promise," I said. I took out my deck and placed it in her hands. "That's my dueling deck. If you get lonely maybe you can talk to one of the spirits."

"Thanks Jay," Amanda said. "You know, even though I mess with you a lot and tell you your stupid, you're a good brother."

"Wow, you really are sick," I laughed.

She laughed with me.

"Excuse me," the nurse said, "It's time for Miss Yuki's operation."

"Ok," my mom said.

"Bye Mandy," my dad said.

"I'll see you later," I said as I left the room.

She waved goodbye as the nurse took her into the operation room.

When we were in the car, I was so nervous about Amanda's operation. I needed to see my monster spirits. But I left them in Amanda's hands. So I clutched my knees to my chest and rocked back and forth and took deep slow breaths.

"Jay? Honey are you alright?" my mom asked.

"Mom, what if something goes wrong in the operation?" I asked as I began to hyperventilate.

"You have absolutely nothing to worry about. I highly doubt that they will mess up. These are professionals we're talking about."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

I nodded as my muscles began to relax.

At dinner, I was just beginning to forget about Amanda. Until the phone rang.

"I'll get it," my dad said. "Excuse me." He got up and answered the phone. "Hello?…What?…That's impossible."

"Babe, what's wrong?" my mom asked.

"You should come here this."

She got up and walked next to him. Then he whispered something in her ear that made her bawl on the spot.

"Mom?" I asked with a confused look on my face.

She sniffed and sat next to me. "Honey, we have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

She sighed. "We got a call from the hospital and…how do I say this?"

By the look on her face I knew exactly what she was talking. "Oh my god," I said as I covered my mouth. Tears rushed to my eyes.

"I'm sorry, son," my dad said.

I felt like I was gonna be sick.

My mom tried to put her arm around me but I shrugged out of my chair and ran into the bathroom and puked my guts out. Then I just started crying uncontrollably.

My dad tried to follow me, but my mom made him stay at the table and she came in and hugged me.

I cried into her shirt.

She rubbed my head and tried to calm me down but I kept crying.

Later that night, I just curled back up into my ball and rocked.

Then someone knocked on my door.

"Go away!" I yelled as I continued to rock.

When the door opened I saw it was my dad.

"What? Seventeen year olds can't get privacy anymore?"

He sighed. "I just wanted to apologize."

"I don't want any apologies. I just wanna be alone."

"Ok. I'll see you at breakfast."

"Fine."

He closed the door behind him.

I lost my temper and punched my wall as the tears started again. But they didn't last long considering I barely had any fluid left in me. I hope tomorrow's easier then today.