Did I mention my sister?
Sure I have.
No?
Yeah.
Her name's Naomi. She is three years younger than me, but acts like she's in university. Well, for the most part, that is. When my tongue seemed to magically disappear from my mouth, she was the first one to approach me. Late at night, she came into my room and shone a light in my face, her face covered in a shadow.
"Tell me," she said. "Tell me why the hell you're not talking, and I won't shove this flashlight up you ass."
Such crude language coming from my ponytails-and-Oreo-cookie sister.
I spluttered, a car engine attempting takeoff.
"Seriously, X?"
X.
Mandy used to call me that.
So I spoke back, "I don't know," and, since that night, I’ve been able to talk to her.
But tonight it hit me: what if my sister dies? Is killed in some freak accident?
Then I'd have nobody.
Only you, a girl who hides between my words.
