Why My Sister Has Swimming Lessons

Chapter 5

None of us barely spoke Sunday morning. Charlie wanted to be locked away in her room. My Mum was desperate to talk to her and my dad didn't seem to say much, it was like he was miles away in his deep thoughts. Of course I knew what was going on because I read the note, i had worked things out and I now remember that Amy has a great, big lake at the end of her garden. My parents went to do jobs in the garden, to make the day pass and to stop them from thinking deeply.

I however, stormed upstairs and hesitated at Charlie's door. My fist was clenched in mid air as i wasn't so sure to knock. Should I leave it a day? No. I couldn't just let my sister hide away. I knocked gently on her door. No answer. I tried again, still no answer. I knocked harder this time. Charlie must of sensed my impatience because she opened the door. She focused her eyes on me, she flopped down on her bed, and started to cry. Her bin was overflowing with tissues, infact her room was overflowing with mess. Her clothes were tossed to the floor, so were her blankets. I perched on the end of her bed, she winced in pain as she pulled her knee up to her face. The duvet slipped away and I could see a neatly, wrapped bandage around her foot. She looked up, she said weakly
"What do you want?"
I replied "What exactly happened last night? Why are you acting differently?"
She stiffled a laugh and burried her head in her pillow.

"Could it be to do with this?" I held up the envelope with Charlie's darkest, most shameful secret in. That she hoped no one but herself to read it. She looked up, her face went a shade whiter. Her lip quivered she stretched out her weak, shaking hand. She snatched it quickly from my hand and opened it.She shook her head one hand clapped around her mouth.
"Tell me what's happening Charlie..."