Sister dearest

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Her attention is brought to the five foot figure stood in the doorframe, not daring to enter the room that leaked despair. "Hey Ezlynn, the door was open so I just came in," Amanda chirped in her always chipper manner.

Amanda is Ezlynn's younger sister by 2 years, who had never given up on her, even after the rest of the family disowned her. Amanda gave everything to see her beloved in at least semi-decent shape, however she never seemed to win in the battle of Ezlynn's health.

The elder sat there, not wanting to say a word, or do anything that would reveal traces of her lost sobriety. Not that it would help, she looked like a hot mess, with sacks of coal under her eyes and hair messier than the state of her room. It was pretty easy for Amanda to catch onto what last night was, and tears began to swell in her eyes in disappointment. "Why can you never just put the f*cking bottle down and care about what I do for you for once?!" The words escape her mouth hurriedly and with urgency. Clearly she's still convinced that she can change her. "I'm sorry I really tried this time.." Ezlynn cried in embarrassment , as the regret pounding in her head grown faster every second. This received a disapproving look from Amanda, she was shaking in anger and discomfiture.

"Great. How I have a hangover and I'm feeling guilty," she belched with slurred words.
"F*ck you Ezlynn," Amanda growled with fierce eyes, before taking her things and leaving the girl sat there, hating herself more and more with every hitched breath she takes.

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