alexisproper
Not all wounds are visible. Some are carried in silence, in the way your body stiffens at sudden noises, or how you hesitate before speaking, afraid of saying the wrong thing. For fifteen years, the house I lived in was more of a prison than a home. The walls carried echoes of arguments, threats, and the kind of fear that eats away at you slowly, like rust.
But inside that same house, behind the shadows, were two girls who deserved more than chains disguised as family. Lila, with her soft heart that never stopped looking for light, and Anna, quiet as a whisper but stronger than she even knew. They weren't just my sisters. They became my responsibility, my reason to keep fighting when it would've been easier to give up.
I didn't do it alone. Raven, with her unshakable loyalty, stood beside me when my world was caving in. And Dex - wild, protective, and stubborn - helped carry us through storms I didn't think we'd survive. He isn't here anymore. A year and a half has passed since I lost him, but his voice still lingers in the corners of my memory, reminding me of the strength he swore I had.
This is not just my story. It's Lila's. It's Anna's. It's the story of how we clawed our way out of the dark, one broken piece at a time, and built something worth calling a life.