I didn’t know if she was alive or dead and from my viewpoint I couldn’t tell. I tried to move towards her forgetting about the fire and the intruder. I only cared about my sister. My breathing quickened as I struggled, moving only a few inches, not nearly enough to help her like I needed to. My thoughts raced as I continued my unsuccessful trek. Ella was always the responsible one. She was the one to pull me back from doing the extreme, to talk down my tantrums when our mum couldn’t, to always make sure I was okay after I fell. She was my other half and I wasn’t going to accept that she’d left me so soon.