I sat up,"What's wrong,Isaia?"
He looked surprised for a second that I said something but just let it slide."Sister hasn't been eating."
"I noticed. How long has it been since she's eaten anything?" I ask, inviting him closer to me. He took the invitation.
"Three years. Sister hurt herself on her thighs."
"With a razor?"
"Yes but I think she threw them away."
"That's good for her." I state simply. "How did you get in here?" I ask him.
"The window"Isaia says flatly.
"Do you love my sister?"
"Yes I do. Very much. But something tags we have in common is our scars."
"Can I see them?"
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General FictionWords are stuck deep down in her throat. Heart. Soul. No one gives her attention because they all brush her off as the silent girl. The one too dumb to speak.
