Our Story/TBS imagine

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You know when something happens to you but it's not big to anyone else and no one really cares they just pretend but you are actually falling apart? You feel like the particles of your heart are dying. The chromosomes in your cells no longer wok. Everything hurts and aches and all you want to do is give up?

Yes, we've all been there;

I was nearly winded when I walked into the living room to see my sister sat on the other on the other side of the room with her head in her hands.

"H/N?" I asked, shock making my voice nothing but a whispered.

"Y/N, sit down." My dad said, gesturing to the sofa next to me.

The living room is laid out in a square.
At the front is the TV and then there are three sofas at each wall.

I did as I was told.

The room was full on tension and sadness. I could hear it ringing in my ears.

My Mum went and sat next to my Dad.

At that moment I realised how much our family had grown apart.

I remember when we all tried to squeezed up on a three person sofa with mum shouting "WE GOT THREE SOFAS FOR A REASON!" Which always made me laugh.
Or the many holidays we went on. And no matter what it was we had a great time. We were so close. We were the family that everyone wanted to be.

Now we were the family no one wanted to have.

All of us sitting away from each other when we should all be hugging and laughing and welcoming my sister - who is crying- home.

I missed that family. I missed that time.

"So, Y/N, as you can see your sister is back." My dad said.

"I see that! H/N, I've got so much to tell you! I've missed you so much! I'm sorry I ignored you but you're back now and I'm-" i was about to burst with excitement and happiness that I couldn't control myself but as my excitement grew the anger in the room followed.

"Y/N, calm down." My mum demanded.

"Sorry." I said sheepishly.

"Should I tell her?" My dad asked my sister. "Or do you want to?"

My sister finally looked up from her hands.

I swallowed hard and tried to fight back the tears.
My sister looked broken. Destroyed like a china doll.
Her delicate eyes were blood shot and worn. Her skin was dry and her make up was smudged.
Her clothes were tatty and some bits were even ripped.

"I'll tell her." My sister replied. She looked at me. I wanted to run up to her, screaming with excitement, telling her she's okay and whatever has happened will be sorted because it always is. But I couldn't. Something had happened and I secretly was afraid to be told.
Nevertheless I sat there and listened.

"Hey sis!" She began. "I've missed you too. But I've got something to tell you," she took a deep breath and got right to the point. "Jace cheated on me, apparently he has been for a long time, but he didn't want to leave me because of the baby. But there's no baby anymore." I could feel tears in my eyes. "I miscarried. Doctors think its because of the stress and betrayal and how my body wasn't ready, but I didn't tell them I fell down the stairs. I messed up. I messed up big time. I knew he didn't like you, I should of said no from the word go! I should of listened to you sis, I knew you were trying to tell me but I didn't want to hear it. I always shied away from the things I didnt want to hear." She laughed, but burst into tears after a few seconds.

"No! Sis, please don't cry." I ran over and sat next to her, pulling her into a deep hug. "It's going to be okay." I tried to be reassuring but I was so thrown and shocked by what my dad said next I couldn't say anything else. He was her dad. Her parent of 25 years and he all he could say was "things will never, ever be okay again."