Skylar Miller was only ten years old when everything began to fall apart. First, it was the quiet disappearances-one sibling at a time-until only three of her siblings remained in her life. Then came the accident, a day that left her with more than...
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| Skylar Miller |
"You knew me for my entire life, but I only knew you for some of yours. You stand here and pretend like you know, but really, you've been absent for 6 years. 6 whole years, and you never thought to say anything, like hello, I'm your little sister. Care about someone else other than yourself for once"
Throwing up for a final time this morning, I leant myself against the tiled wall. It was early in the morning, so I knew people weren't awake yet, but they would be awakening soon, some for morning swims, and others just to simply start their days. My day had started the moment I had woken up sick, again.
I knew it wasn't because I was flu sick, but rather simply because my stomach cannot hold anything, not even food. It is the first time that I have come out of my bedroom since last night, so when someone knocks, I am not surprised in the slightest that people would be waking and wanting to use one of the two showers we have up here.
"Hey, Sky, is that you in there?" I am even more shocked that I have been found by this said person, but I should have known better. I should have known that this person would be the first person to check my bed, or even check that my bedroom door was unlocked. I should have known, and assumed that I would have been found.
But, my stomach was not waiting and I did not want to be throwing up in my room, so this had been my safest bet. The only bet that I had, that I could get better. "Yeah" I croak out, and I wish that I had locked the door when I had the chance, but once again, my stomach was not one that was ready to wait this morning.
The person slowly opens the door, smiling softly at me. He is not wearing a shirt, but rather the pajama pants I bought him 7 years ago now. They were at least four sizes too big back then, but they fit him just right, if not on the smaller side now. It is a wonder, what 7 years can do to a person, especially someone that I had once found comfort in, or at least tried to.
"Good morning" he murmurs, closing the door behind himself, before leaning his back against the shower bath situation we have going on. His legs reach my own, which are outstretched as my back is against the wall next to the toilet. This morning has not been a good morning, or at least, I have not had a good morning in a long time.
A morning where I have not been throwing up in a toilet. I had been doing well, until last night. Everything had just started to run smoothly, but of course, I had to ruin it again. "morning" I mutter back to my eldest brother, which feels odd to say, because for as long as I can remember, my eldest brother has really been Shane. It has only really been Shane, that I have fully relied on, even when Riley was here.
And that never should have happened. Sadly, Riley had been the son that had signed up to take on the father role. Even when my parents were around, I heard how Riley had stepped up. He had provided what he could, if not more, when our parents were not around. He did what he could, and I admired him for that, or at least I used to.
