Who Stabbed My Sister? By Afiqah

     That morning, I had never been so scared and sad at the same time in my life. Ah! I shouted out of my lungs as I was traumatised by the scene that I was witnessing. A small pool of red sticky liquid. As I was figuring out the source of the stain, I found out it was coming from my sister.

    I was literally hyperventilated as many bad thoughts started coming to my mind: What if my sister was murdered? What if she was poisoned? Out of nowhere, I heard a grunt from my sister. "It hurts," she was holding her tummy, could not bear the pain.

    "Oh, no! This is bad," I whispered to myself as I quickly got on my toes to alarm my parent about the current situation. I tried to find my only parent, Dad. Yes, it was just me, my sister and Dad. Mom died years ago. 

    "Dad, Julia was stabbed and she is bleeding!" I managed to tell him despite my anxious feeling. 

    "Huh? She was stabbed?! Dad was trying to process the info that I just relayed. After a split second, he grabbed his iPhone 14 to call the hospital.

    "Good morning, how can I help you?" the receptionist greeted Dad professionally. 

    "Please send an ambulance to my house right now! My daughter is bleeding," he explained nervously. 

    "I need you to calm down, Sir. Could you explain to me why she is bleeding?" she asked politely. Out of the blue, Julia came out from her room. Both of us were startled by what we saw. Dad hung up without ending the conversation. 

    "Hey, we thought you were injured terribly?" Dad looked worried.

    "Huh? Hurt?" My sister was confused.

    "Did not you get stabbed?" Dad added, concerned.

    "What? I was not stabbed. I am on my period, Dad," she explained.

    "Daniel, why did you tell me she was stabbed?" Dad turned facing me. He  started to get furious.

    "I'm sorry Dad, but how I am supposed to know about period?" It's even my first time hearing about it," I defended myself. That was how my traumatised experience turned into a learning experience.

Unforgettable Moment by Fify Rosliana Sari

     It was a typical Sunday. No school, no tuition classes and no traffic jam. It was my routine to deliver homecooked food to my sister's family and when I reached at her house, the front door was open. I slowly tiptoed inside calling for Sonia, my sister and James, her husband. To my horror, a puddle of blood in front of the master bedroom captured my attention. "Where is Sonia? Where is the family?" I was in tremendous fear as I could not feel my legs anymore. With the sanity left, I searched for them.

    Recalling the moment a year ago when my sister moved out to this  house with her newly wedded husband, I always had this uneasy feeling. Her husband appeared to be kind, understanding and soft spoken but I got a hunch that that was not the real him. It was just a façade he was displaying to us. I had seen him kicking a kitten, shouting to kids and I never knew it could be even worse.

    Tiny bruises on Sonia's body proved it all. Perhaps I watched a lot of crime dramas but looking at Sonia's terrible condition made me start to doubt James more. Even though Sonia struggled to cover the pain, she could not hide it from me. I could tell how suffer she was without even glancing at her injuries. I once told Ma about this but she advised me to stay away from their marriage problem. Yet, I felt I had seen enough. 

    When I was about to compose myself as fear and panic engulfed me, a scream caught my attention. It came from the backyard garden and it was Sonia's! I dashed into the garden and what I witnessed left me speechless. James was punching and kicking Sonia while she was hanging for her dear life. They did not realise I was there and I took this precious chance to save my only sister. I quickly took a shovel and approached James from behind. I swung it hard and the shovel hit James' head. Blood was dripping and he fell to the ground.

    Neighbours came to help. They contacted the police and brought my sister to the hospital. James was arrested for his crime; not only abusing his wife but also a drug addict. After almost a month being hospitalised, they finally got their divorce. A restraining order was issued by the court to protect Sonia. The image of blood covering her was still playing repeatedly on my mind. I would never forget that moment until my last breath.

Unforgettable Moment by Ariff Jamsheer Jafri

     It was a sunny day. In the middle of the vast ocean, my family and I were spending our holidays on a private island hopping expedition in Pulau Redang. The boat that we rode was driven by Mr. Pokku and his son, Alif as the tour guide. We were having a blast chatting with them.

    We headed for our first destination which was a small sandy island that seemed like it just spawned out of nowhere. A lot of other tourists were busy taking pictures and cherishing the moments. No exception for my family. After some camera-clicking sessions, we went for a swim. I was in awe when I found out I was a pretty skilful swimmer. After a while, we agreed to continue our trip to the next location.

    During the journey, while enjoying the breeze on the boat, Alif shared his experience in swimming and snorkelling. We discovered that he was a really amazing swimmer. We reached at our next destination which was in the middle of the blue ocean. Without asking lots of questions, we put on our life jacket and also the snorkelling equipment before jumping into the water. While eyeing the dazzling corals, Alif immediately got into the water with no safety equipment at all! He was able to dive, glide and float expertly and seeing this, jealousy filled me in.

    I immediately went to the back of the boat and took off my equipment. I jumped into the water without any hesitation. At first, I manage to calm myself down and stay afloat for quite a while. Out of the blue, my legs cramped and I panicked. I tried yelling for help but unfortunately my voice was not loud enough to be heard by my family. I descended slowly to the bottom of the sea struggling to survive. When I thought that was the end of it, a strong hand reached and pulled me up to the surface.

    I threw up salt water and composed myself. I looked up to see my saviour, the hero who rescued me from death and to my surprise, it was Alif. He seemed to be out of breath. I thanked him profusely for putting his life on the line to save me. He advised me not to be overconfident and get ahead of myself. We kept that incident as our little secret and I would never forget about that moment until my last breath.