The lives of the people in the stories don't end when the book run out words; in fact sometimes second books are created.
Not even "goodbye"s are final.
Family has a tendency to come back, and sometimes they stay around.
This is the second book fo...
It is sometime in mid to late May, nearly a full year since my sister left, that she returned. I believe it was either the 11th or the 18th. All I remember is that it was a Friday not long before school got out. And at first we could manage peace.
At some point, not long after her return, just the two of us (most likely with her little baby in the back seat) were in the car as the song "Pompeii" by Bastille playing over the radio. Jane spoke softly, but also loud enough to hear over the beginning of the song, drowning out "I was left with my own devi-i-i-i-ces Many days fell away with nothing to show".
"I thought you would have hated me."
Taking only a moment to think I responded, "You're my sister. How am I supposed to hate you?" Only wishing what I said could be even close to the truth.
Then for next several days I acted like I had meant what I said, so when she did something awful again she would be the bad person. I offered to babysit her little boy, Daniel. I smiled and talked nicely to her. I tried to show her that I cared. Yet too much is too much.
She gradually started to show that she never changed. I was soon being bossed around. And soon she stopped listening. Then soon Jane was really annoying. And with this she also began calling me by the same insulting names as before, 'mosquito bite' for having smaller breasts than hers, 'it' to diminish any status, along with other.
And yet I still acted like I had always loved her.
On the first Sunday of her being back, mainly because of the fact that I was acting like the angel sister, I lived through a constant nightmare of mine. During the time Jane was gone I had dreamt that I was at church and so was Jane, and everyone else was pressuring me to easily forgive her. In these dreams I would run away and as I did she would chase me down while threatening me. She was trying to hurt me as others forced me to be kind.
And although reality wasn't like me dream it also was. I wasn't physically being chased, but I was still pressured to be nice as the others thought she was indecent.
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