At around eleven last night my sister woke up crying. I heard, "I don't want anymore," and something else. Since our bed is a bunk bed, I stood on my bed and peered over to her's, shaking her. "Paige, why are you crying?" She keeps crying, so I ask again. She replies with a, "Don't worry about it." I sit on my bed and text my mom and stepdad and I wait by my sister's bed. I hear my mom come in and she told me to get down and she was talking with my sister.
Then somewhere past twelve I woke up to her crying. I got up and went, "Why are you crying?" And she wouldn't tell me. I kept telling her to stop because it was stopping me from getting a good night's sleep. She didn't stop. I put on my headphones and listened to music and fell asleep again.
Again I wake up, my sister crying. I didn't bother telling her to be quiet or that she was keeping me from sleeping. I noticed that my headphones slipped off so I just put them back on.
Ghhhh, I need sleep.

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