𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 | sturniolo's younger sister

Chapter 11: 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠

A m i r a ' s     P O V
After the close encounter with Matt, I begin stressing out, he definitely knew something was wrong meaning him and the others will find out.

I pace around my room figuring out what to do, I change into different clothing so I wouldn't be hot and I decide to try and find a bracelet to cover the cut. Before I find a bracelet I walk into the bathroom and clean up the cut, making sure to disinfect it. Then I head over to my vanity and get one of my bracelets, I slowly put it on, and, perfect, you can't see my cut at all.

I slump onto my bed.

Guilt gushes over me and my mood instantly changes, it was horrible for me to do what I did, even though I regret it, I still have to admit it felt good, I deserved it. I sigh, standing up from my bed and slowly walking down stairs, I walk into the kitchen and all 3 of my brothers heads turn to look at me.

I shoot a fake smile at them, reaching into the cupboard to get some food, "hey Mira, feeling better?" Nick asks, i turn to face him, "yeh, I feel fine." I say turning back to the sandwich I was making. "Sleep well?" Chris asks, "Yeah fine," I respond quickly, slightly getting annoyed at all the questions, "Did you wanna go out today or stay in?" Matt asks.

That was it.

The questions were annoying me and I wanted to be left alone.

"You know what Matt, no I want to stay in. So can everyone stop asking me questions and just leave me alone?" I spit out angrily, all 3 of them turn to each other with widened eyes, "uh yeah sure," Chris responds, watching me slowly walk up the stairs.

N i c k ' s P O V
Something was wrong.

Amira is a teenage girl, but something was wrong. She never acted like that to us, which is why I'm a little concerned. I sigh before eventually deciding to follow Amira up into her room,

"Mira?" I knock on the door.

"Go away Nick," she said instantly recognising my voice.

I sigh and rub my eyes, "Mira." I say a bit more sternly, "is something going on?" I ask still standing awkwardly outside her door.

A long silence fills the air, before she finally responds, "I'm fine." The shakiness to her voice instantly made me have doubts, yet I decided to brush them off.

"Okay," I sigh, about to walk alway.

I turn for the stairs when I hear the opening click of Amira's door, "Nick," she says almost  weakly.

My head snaps around, looking her up and down finding her in not a great state, her face was puffy and red, her eyes were puffy and her face was tear stained, "Mira," I say almost apologetically, I walk towards her with open arms, wrapping her up as she grips me tightly.

"I'm so tired Nick," she says, her voice muffled by my body,

"I know Mira," I answer softly.

"Your okay," I whisper softly to her as she slowly let's go.

"It's just all this anxiety and panic attack shit is ruining my life, I can't even have fun." She sobs,

"I know Amira, it must be really hard, and hey, me Matt and Chris are always here for you," I reassure her,

"it is hard," she says,

I nod apologetically, waiting for her to continue.

"I just, I need some time alone." She says softly, I nod as response.

"Whenever you wanna talk, we're here okay?" I tell her, heading for the stairs.

She nods and then closes her door behind her, I continue walking down the stairs, slumping onto the couch in the living room, watching whatever Chris had put on the T.V

I hear Matt approach, "she okay?" He asks, sitting next to me, pulling out his phone, "Yeah she's fine, just her anxiety and shit is starting to get to her, she just wants time alone." I tell him, he sighs, "alright. She didn't seem upset?" He asks,

"Yeh she uh, she did, her eyes were puffy and her face had tear stains." I answer.

"Damn... I feel so bad for her." Chris says cutting into mine and Matt's conversation.

We all agree to that and die off into a nice comfortable silence, the only sound was the T.V playing in the backround.

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