Ariana's POV
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While I was standing in nothing but my spaghetti strap tank-top and black boy shorts underwear from last night, I realized that I didn't have my bra and underwear for today.
Since Genesis is in the shower, she wouldn't mind me slipping in and back out.
I put my long curly brownish blondish in a messy bun with the dyed parts visible, and opened my little brothers bathroom door to find him lying down in his 'Cars 2' onesie, watching Teen Titans Go!
Little boys. LOL!
Please don't think I'm some sort of prostitute that just goes out in her underwear in front of her little 9 year old brother.
We're siblings, ya know? I've seen him naked, he's seen me naked, he's seen Genesis naked, he's seen Ariella naked... Hell! He even used to shower with us!
Erm... Not at the same time with all 4 of us. Ew, gross.. No, that's sick.
Anyway, so what's a little underwear and spaghettini strap tank-top?
Nothing! Exactly! Ha! I win!
"I thought you were already in the shower", he whined throwing a minnie tantrum on his bed, which consisted of fist pounding and leg kicking.
"I need to get my feminine things like....panties, bras, pa-".
"I don't need to know!", He chuckled cutting me off.
I laughed walking towards his bedroom door.
I was walking towards my bedroom door when I heard crying from Ariella's room, so I decided to investigate.
I cautiously opened her bedroom door and saw her curled up in a 'C' shape, balling her eyes out.
"Dude", I said annoyed. " Why the fuck are you crying?"
Ariella has always been really sensitive and it always got on my nerves, so knowing my sister, she probably was crying for some stupid reason like, she ran out of black nail polish, or she ran out of black hair dye, or she can't pick out an outfit for today, or Steve broke up with her...again.
Genesis and I keep trying to tell her that Steve was just using her as some sort of 'Fuck buddy' but she won't listen.
"Steve he-he", she choked out between sobs. " broke up-up-up with m-mme!"
"Oh wow", I said sarcastically rolling my eyes. " No way"
"This is serious!", she screeched.
I bit my lip trying to hold back my laughter.
"Um, Ok", I said rolling my eyes once more. "Start getting ready it's almost time to go."
I didn't give her time to reply, because I intently turned around and slammed the door, all in a swift motion.
I walked into my black painted bedroom, and made my way towards the bathroom.
I didn't here the shower water on, so I assumed she was probably just taking a dump.
Not like she has any waste to get rid of. She's been skipping meals for 2 days straight and she looks thinner then usual and malnourished.
There's something she's not telling me.
I was about to turn the bathroom door knob until I heard a 'Thump' and a cry out in pain that merely lasted 3 seconds.
My curiosity and worry grew thicker.
I turned the knob and slowly opened up the door, making sure not to make that squeaking sound.
What I saw before me was truly unbearable, and I wished I'd just gone in the shower instead of coming back.
There I saw my sister, twin sister, sprawled out on the floor surrounded by a pool of blood, which I'm one hundred percent sure is hers.
She was silently crying and taking in gasp of shaky breaths.
The blood was coming from both her arms which were covered with cuts and burns.
On the side of the bathtub I saw a razor that was covered in fresh blood.
I couldn't believe the scene in front of me.
I did the only thing I could think to do.
I ran downstairs and out the door, vaguely aware I was still in a tank-top and underwear outside in the freezing cold.
But, I didn't care. I crouched next to a shrub and cried. And cried. And cried. And I kept crying.
I would've never thought my sister would be the one to cut... To slit her skin, and cause herself pain.
I never knew she was hurting.
She is hurting...
