Sisters? Sisters.

Chapter 2

TW: cancer, eating disorder, self harm, suicide

SAILOR'S POV

I shove Taylor out of my room and slam the door. I lock it and hear her walk away. I walk over to my bedside table and pull out a small exacto knife. I slowly slice a few times on my arms and dab the blood away. I walk to the bathroom and collapse on the floor crying. Mom died earlier this year, and it hasn't been easy on the family. Taylor was on tour still, Dad moved away years ago and we haven't seen him since. He went into hiding basically and we don't expect to see him again. I'm in the hospital with Mom, the doctor says she's not going to make it. I hold her hand, savoring every moment a little bit more. Mom passes away while Taylor is still gone. I'm alone. I've tried to get better but ever since Mom was diagnosed with cancer for a second time, I started to starve myself. I didn't mean to, but it made me feel better about myself. I slowly sit up and wipe my eyes. I get in the shower and climb into bed. I fell asleep quietly.

"Sails! Get up! School's in 2 hours, get ready," Taylor calls knocking on my door. She tries to open the door but it's still locked. "Sailor Marjorie! Unlock the door!" I sigh and climb out of bed. I rub the sleepiness away from my eyes unlocking the door. "Why is this door locked?"

"I was changing last night and didn't want you walking in," I say shrugging. I turn back around and walk to the bathroom. I changed into a hoodie and shorts and put on some light makeup. I walk out to breakfast and sigh. I know I have to eat, otherwise Taylor will know I'm starving myself. I slowly pull a bagel out of the bag and put some cream cheese on it. I sit at the table and open my laptop to finish some homework while eating.

"Leaving in 45," Taylor says, kissing the top of my head. I nod. I stand up and walk back to my room. I walk to the bathroom and sit down by the toilet. I slowly exhale and stick two of my fingers down my throat gagging. I make myself throw up. I groan and collapse on the floor. I wipe my mouth and stand back up. I sit down on my bed and scroll through instagram. I look through my comments, knowing I'm not supposed to. Tree and Taylor both always told me not to look through comments in case I get triggered by something but I always do. And I know they're right, I always see at least a few negative comments, talking about my body, or my skin, or my thighs, or something that just doesn't look right. So I always fix it, I would rather be skinny with happy followers than fat with sad followers. Taylor knocks on my door. "Whatcha up to?" Taylor asks plopping down next to me on bed. I throw my phone away.

"Nothing much," I say.

"Alright, well let's go, make sure you have your laptop and lunch," Taylor says ruffling my hair. I throw on a fake smile and nod. I follow Tay to the car and climb in. We drive to school and I start to climb out. "Have fun at school sweetie. Call me if you need anything Sails." Taylor says kissing the top of my head. I nod.

"Have fun at work Tay, I love you," I say smiling. I close the door and walk up the steps of the school. I walk inside and walk towards my locker. I dig through it for a second and grab a few notebooks for class. I close the locker and see 3 girls standing against the lockers next to me.

"So...Taylor Swift's sister. Some fat, ugly, girl. You're not Taylor Swift. Your sister is a legend, a superstar, and what are you? Just some leftovers. Nobody cares about you!" The main girl, Lily yells down the hall as I ignore her. I feel tears pricking at my eyes. People always bully me. Everyday. It's not like I tell anyone, what are they going to do anyway? I always get bullied, I don't know why but what Lily said really stuck with me today. Nobody cares about me. And I knew that. I walk into the school bathroom and pull out a knife. I lock the stall door and sit down on the floor. I don't think all I can do is stab the knife into my thigh as I gasp in pain. My mind fills with emptiness as I slowly slip away.