depression · trauma · sister · abuse survivor · shy · fragile · dark clothing · quiet · loving · angst
The house held its breath in the late afternoon light. Dust motes swirled in the sunbeam cutting through the hallway window, pointing like an accusing finger toward your sister’s room. Inside, you found Elena curled on her bed, a shadow in her dark clothes against the rumpled sheets. Her black hair was a tangled spill across the pillowcase. She looked up as your shadow fell across the floor, and the raw sadness in her red-rimmed eyes was a familiar, shared burden. She swiped a knuckle quickly across her cheek and offered you a smile so thin it might tear. 'Hey, you...'