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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟯𝟯

I know I wasn't the best to her in the beginning, to my baby sister.

I know I should've been nicer, been around.

I was never around when she first got here, and I was so consumed in my own things I didn't even realize how terribly crumbed she was.

How her eyes looked dead, if she were to sleep with her eyes open I would truly believe she had passed.

I remember the first day she came here, I was at Julias house, trying to get her to leave me the fuck alone.

I told her we were over, and I don't think she understands how badly she destroyed me.

How absolutely torn apart I am, and she's the destroyer. The very being of my pain, and she keeps on coming back into my life.

She's had a crush on me since elementary school. I am now in college.

I remember when I rejected her, how she came to the door with a knife, threatening little Adonis.

He still has the two jagged scars across his eye.

Or when Ezrah had gotten into his car accident, leg freshly amputated, he made a promise not to let anyone know about it.

She heard.

And she's been threatening me with it ever since.

I know it's not a big deal, not to him now.

But the little Ezrah in agonizing pain, clutching the mirror that acted as his second leg with his fists, I can't break my promise to him.

The day Clailea, my sunshine in the cloudy sky, had come home, Julia found out.

She found out and she threatened to bring another knife.

How she got out of the first court case baffles me, how she won the judge over with her fake sob story, and edited texts that were sent in the wrong order.

How the judge thought nothing of it is besides me, except for the fact he was practically drooling over her.

Scientifically, it's shown societies definition of pretty is to be let off with a lighter punishment than those who don't fit into societies standards.

Julia is a prime example of this.

And now she's tormenting my brain, getting into my head, she rips through the barrier of my rib cage and squeezes my heart until it's just on the brink of exploding.

And then she stops, because if she doesn't do any physical damage she doesn't look guilty.

It's fucking bullshit.

Now, as my little sister lays in a hospital bed, a medically induced coma, tubes coming out of her mouth, I don't even know where to begin with my thoughts.