The secret of Crystal Haze

Her name is Hannah Morris. For a fourteen year old, it's pretty cool to have an eighteen years old sister, but even cooler if you hang out with her eighteen year old friends. It was just a normal day in San Francisco. Warm sunlight, cool breeze, and the group of girls were taking advantage of every moment.

Pepper and Sage were making kites, Rebecca was listening to music, Fiona was sketching a beautiful picture of a cherry blossom tree, flowers in full bloom, and Teresa and Hannah were tossing a Frisbee to each other.

"Get ready to go long, Teresa!" Hannah yelled to her sister.

"You know I'm always ready!" Teresa said back.

Hannah threw the Frisbee far, but Teresa managed to catch it before it went into the road.

" Good catch!" Hannah yelled.

"Coming right back at you!" Teresa retorted.

She threw the Frisbee, and Hannah chased it, just as an old woman fell in the road.

Teresa watched as everyone ignored the woman and walk past her like she was invisible. She soon started to walk across the road to help the lady.

Hannah caught the Frisbee.

"Good catch. Huh, Teresa?" Hannah asked. "Teresa?"

Hannah watched as her sister walked across the road, completely unaware that a semi-truck was heading straight for her.

"Teresa!" Hannah yelled while running toward her sister. "Teresa! Look out, a truck!"

Teresa turned her head to see the truck speeding toward her, and froze.

Hannah began to run across the road, straight to her sister.

"Teresa!" She yelled one last time, before she pushed Teresa to the side of the road, and the truck hit her.

The old woman was standing up, both hands covering her mouth as she muttered "Oh lord, almighty."

"Hannah?" Teresa asked, hoping that Hannah would stir at the sound of her name. "Hannah! Hannah, wake up, please!"

All of the girls watched as Teresa ran to her sister and stared at her.

Hannah's right arm and left leg were twisted at impossible angles, and she was laying in a pool of her own blood, the only thing that gave Teresa hope on Hannah's survival, was the quick and shallow breaths she was taking.

"Hannah." Teresa said quietly as she picked up the mangled and bloody body of her younger sister.

"I'm sorry, Hannah. I'm so sorry." She sobbed. "I failed you."

Hannah's brown eyes fluttered open.

"Teresa," she said weakly. "Teresa, what's going on? I'm scared."

"Hannah, you're gonna be okay. Everything will be okay."

"Teresa, if I don't make it, tell Aunt Diana that I've always loved her, and that I'm thankful for her taking care of me and you after mom and dad died."

"Hannah, don't say something like that. You're going to make it, I know you will. You've always been a fighter, and I know that you will recover from this."

Teresa hardly choked out that last sentence before she shook with sobs.

"Teresa," Hanna said.

"Yes, Hannah?"

"Did you know that you're beautiful, even when you're crying. From my angle, the sun frames your face and makes you look like an angel from heaven."

Hannah barely said the last word before losing consciousness in her sisters arms.

All of the girls watched the whole thing unfold before them as though they were reading a compelling book. But Rebecca had seen enough.

"Guys!" Rebecca yelled, "Are you just gonna watch this like it's a horror movie, or are you gonna do something!"

"What can we do?" Fiona asked. She was not the sharpest tool in the shed.

"Call 911, moron!" Rebecca snapped.

Within a second, Pepper had her phone pulled out and was dialing emergency services. There wasn't a second to lose, because in Hannah's case, her time was running out.

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The ER waiting room wasn't any fun, especially if someone you care about was rushed into emergency surgery. In Hannah's case, she was brought in just in time.

The girls were all sitting in the waiting room, worry and fear washing over them. Teresa was crying on Sage's shoulder. Hannah's emergency surgery was now in hour three. The door that leads from the waiting room to the parking lot opened, revealing a woman, only in her mid 30's, walked in and sat down next to the girls.

"Aunt Diana." Teresa said, wrapping her arms around her aunt.

"Teresa, I'm so sorry. I would've gotten here sooner, but I completely broke down after I got the call. I'm do sorry, Sweetheart."

"It's okay, Aunt Diana."

"Is Hannah out of Surgery yet?"

"No. It's been three hours, but I'm sure she'll be okay."

Just as soon as Teresa finished her sentance, a young female doctor walked out of the OR. She sighed as she pulled her mask down so she could talk to the group.

"Pardon me, ma'am," Teresa asked, "but are you one of the doctors who operated on my sister, Hannah Olivia Morris?"

"Yes," she said, "I'm here to talk to you about her condition."

"Please ma'am, will my sister survive? I want to know."

The Doctor was shocked.

"Let me just show you." She said.

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Walking through the halls of the ICU, many things ran through Teresa's mind, but one thing stayed prominent. The memory of when she first met her sister.

A four year old girl stood in the doorway of her mother's hospital room, her curly black hair falling in her face as she fidgeted.

"Come here, Teresa." Her father coaxed

"Okay." Teresa replyed.

She was nervous, she's never been a big sister, and she had a feeling that she wasn't ready. She stopped in front of her father, she looked at her mother with worried yet curious eyes.

Her mother shifted in bed to show her what was in the little pink blanket.

"Meet your new sister, Hannah Olivia Morris." Her mother said.

Teresa's fears melted away when she saw her baby sister open her eyes and smile at her. She remembered the last few words of the memory

"You're a big sister now, Teresa." Her father said.

The doctor's voice snapped Teresa out of her thoughts.

"Hannah received a variety of injuries. Her left leg was broken in eight places, her right arm in five. She had three broken ribs, damage to repairable organs, but miraculously, there was no damage to her brain. However, we're placing her in a medically induced coma so she does not need to face the pain and agony while conscious. But don't get your hopes up on her, there's a 50/50 % chance of survival."

"But, Hannah's a fighter," Teresa countered. "She won't go down easily."

"All of them are like that. But, here's her room."

The Doctor opened the door to reveal Hannah, laying in bed, hooked up to a ventilator, completely unconscious.

Teresa wanted to cry, but no tears came. Insted, she sat down in a chair, and heald her sister's hand.

"Don't worry, Hannah." Teresa whispered. "You're gonna be okay, everything will be okay."