Ethan's POV
The bell rings and Ally tries to run out before anyone can catch her.
I don't let that happen.
She quickly walks in the hall and I do too right behind her. I jog behind her quickly trying to catch up. She walks into the auditorium to her usual spot at the back with the props. She doesn't sing or make a sound but just draws. I go and sit down next to her
'Are you okay?' I ask her
She looks up at me and something was different. She was paler and her green eyes were sad and red. She looked like she stopped living
"Yup" she says to me biting her quivering lip to try and control her crying. I look at her with concern. I cup her cheek and place my thumb on the red line. A bruise on her fragile skin.
She winces in pain and I quickly pull back. Tears start to fall down her face as I wrap my arms around her. I hold her small, shaking body in my arms.
She sits up and wipes her eyes. She looks up towards the stage lights and lets out a deep breath.
'Who did that' I ask pointing to her cheek after
Without looking she says
"No one"
'Please talk to me. I don't know what to do' I beg the fragile girl. I pray that she will let me listen to her sorrows.
"She's dead"
she whispers quietly. Her voice cracks as a tear drop falls down her face. Her eyes hallow and empty. Her lips frown.
'Who' I ask
She takes a second
"My sister" she says looking me in the eyes
My heart breaks. I think of Cameron. This girl deserves the world but all she's getting is crap.
'I'm sorry for your loss' I say to her
"No your not. About 100 people said that too me at the funeral and none of them meant it. They don't understand. You wouldn't understand" she says not changing the pitch of her voice or the direction she was looking.
I don't say anything. I look at the ground and try my best to comfort her.
My thoughts wander back to Cameron. Her smile. Her laugh. Her care.
I missed my big sister
Me and Allison sit and stare at the stage lights above. Until Ally starts singing
"My blue jeans, will last me all my life"
She leans her head on my shoulder and I begin to play with her hair.
We sit there for the 70 minutes of free block. She drew birds and apple trees as I sat back and watched. Her focus on the fine details of the wings
She was different though. She was skinnier and shaky.
This anxious girl was exhausted
