Too Late

Age Seven

At age seven,
Hannah liked the outdoors. She'd sit for hours in the shade with an old spiral and draw. Today, the ground was wet and the wind blew.
Her mother had got her a pastel set for Christmas. Her father didn't bother to get her anything. Her parents had split up a few months ago and her dad was reduced to alcoholism. He no longer cared for his children.
Kenni was told to go retrieve her sister from the backyard.
"Squirt-," Kenni was soon cut off by her little sister.
"Don't call me 'Squirt'." She said, not evening looking up from the simple drawing of a tree.
"Hannah, Mom wants you back inside." Kenni said. She didn't dare to get closer to her sister.
Hannah loathed Kenni. For seven year of her life, Hannah despised her.
"Now." Kenni said. Kenni was now fourteen, seven years older than Hannah, but Kenni knew her sister was thougher than her. Hannah would do anything to her, and she knew it.
Kenni was about to scream but Hannah stood up and walked past her into the house. In the house, Hannah curled up by Rebecca on the couch. With a small swipe of Rebecca's hand over her hair, Hannah was sleeping.
Rebecca was still where Hannah could sleep.
Hannah Cohen was not like most artists, she only used black, her drawing made no sense, and she liked to draw in the dark.