Silencio.

My sister and I have always been close. So close in fact, we joke we were twins in a past life; we once convinced a very drunk man that we were, in fact, fraternal.

I haven't heard from her in weeks since her phone got shut off. He doesn't have a job so she works and works and works and works... sometimes, making less than $35 per day. He only wants sales jobs, but he isn't a salesman- his failure after they left Austin made that abundantly clear.

I've been having nightmares almost every night since.

This morning I woke up with my eyes burning and swollen from crying in my sleep.

In this nightmare, I had become complacent with the silence on her end. I was in a house, a big, beautiful house, location unknown, but it wasn't Austin. The house was brown wood and had huge picture windows, the garage was on the left hand side underneath the house; imagine a very beach-like house you would find on stilts maybe in St Petersburg or Venice Beach. When the door opened the stairs were in front and when you went up, there was an office to the right, and the bedrooms to the left- the bathroom in between.

My parents were staying with me, but they were out. I was in the office, typing an u kown document- I don't recall it.

I had my radio on.

The announcer interrupts with breaking news and says there is a car accident.

I turn up the radio.

The people are unidentified, but he reads my parents' license plate number.

Funny they were in the same car, because in real life they hate eachother.

I run to the spare room and throw myself onto the brown comforter and flip on the flat screen television. I need more information.

On the news, in video, is a report of my sister's death in a freak accident in a salon.

Yes, a salon.

I won't go into detail on how she was killed in the dream. I can't even hardly bear to write it.

I started screaming.

I started crying.

A few hours later a lawyer calls me and says I have inherited seven million dollars.

I slam down the phone.

I pick up the television and smash it.

I stand at the top on the stairs and scream

I HAVE ALL THIS BUT NOTHING THAT FUCKING MATTERS.

Then I woke up, sweating.